Yeah! Everybody trying to automate imagination now. Mos Jeph. The Attorneys General. Welcome to the age where the machine learn desire. Alchemy of the mind. Everybody selling pieces of themselves online. Gold-plated thoughts in a factory grind. Trying to stay human while we redesign time. Alchemy of the mind. Whole world rushing but they're so far behind. Everybody want God, more light. Till the mirror start talking back at night. I've seen brilliant people turn themselves into products. Self-worth measured by analytics and comments. Boardroom glow from artificial confidence. Everybody talk growth while they're losing consciousness. I'm militant, marathon energy, blueprint tucked inside memory chemistry. Back when pain taught discipline differently, now the algorithm want to manufacture identity. Wait. Fast pocket hit, I was moving through the system with a vision and a bit of innocence. Everybody want to benefit from digital religion while they're giving up the inner sense. Living in a prison of dependency and stimulants. Dopamine capitalism, limitless. [half-time feel] Then I slow it, look. You can't outsource soul, can't fake hunger, can't synthesize scars, can't purchase wonder. That's the part they don't tell you. Generation overdosed on optimization. Every conversation sound like corporate affirmation. Meanwhile we're all dying from under-communication. Everybody famous, nobody know their neighbors. Alchemy of the mind. Everybody selling pieces of themselves online. Gold-plated thoughts in a factory grind. Trying to stay human while we redesign time. Alchemy of the mind. Whole world rushing but they're so far behind. Everybody want God, more light. Till the mirror start talking back at night. I'm from the era of handwritten ambition. Now everybody building personalities from subscriptions. Attention span fractured into microscopic snippets. Truth got buried underneath engagement statistics. Still I ain't anti-tech, I just know the cost. Every tool become dangerous once the spirit get lost. That's why I write like my grandmother read it. Every bar got to breathe when I hype this appearance. Switch the pocket. Went into the maze with a brain full of static and a chest full of pressure in a room full of actors. Everybody want to talk like a prophet, till accountability hit then they backpedal backwards. I was in the basement building languages from scratch while the fake ones practice reactions. Breathe. Nipsey mode now, ownership, different integrity louder. Long game vision, brick by brick power. I don't fear AI, I fear people with no imagination using it carelessly. That's Alchemy of the mind. Hold on future hanging on the human side. If the machine learn everything we hide, who teach the children how to feel inside? Alchemy of the mind. Still trying to turn pain into gold tonight. Alchemy of me. [brass flourish, final drum hit]
