Phone call running like a regular night Two old friends talking 'bout wrong and right Topic turns to music, machines and art What counts as creating, where creating starts He says, "Man, you type what you want it to do Push a little button and it makes it for you Where's the struggle in that? Where's the human part?" I laugh like, "Brother, that's not where it starts" You could hand ten people every tool that I use Same little screen, same programs to choose Same twenty-four hours, same buttons to press You ain't getting ten copies of the same success He says, "I don't need to smoke meth To know that meth is bad" And I laughed so hard I almost gave him that But something in the sentence Made me sit with it a bit How much can you know About a room you've never been in? How much can you see From the other side of it? Maybe you don't need to touch the fire To know some things will burn But if you already know everything What the hell is left to learn? I still wanna learn guitar Still wanna learn that bass Still wanna stand behind some decks And learn to move a place This ain't me burying the old world Just because I found the new Maybe there are different kinds of doors That creativity walks through 'Cause the button ain't deciding Which story deserves a song It ain't saying, "Nah, that line is weak" Or, "Something here feels wrong" It ain't staying with an idea Till the idea starts talking back It ain't throwing out the pretty parts When pretty hurts the track Observe it Break it Question why it hit Take apart the engine See what lives inside of it Build it Test it Listen, then return Maybe making something isn't just The instrument you learned How much can you know About a room you've never been in? How much can you see From the other side of it? Maybe you don't need to touch the fire To know some things will burn But if you already know everything What the hell is left to learn? Here's the part that got me And I can't dodge this one Three years back I would've sounded just like him I didn't want the movement Didn't want the artificial wave Had my verdict nice and ready Before evidence had a say I thought I knew what it would take I thought I knew what we would lose Funny how a locked opinion Feels a whole lot like the truth Then somewhere in the middle Of an ordinary life I woke up with an idea In the middle of the night What if this ain't substitution? What if this could amplify? What if I could ask better questions And hear myself reply? What if all the things I'm carrying Could finally leave my head? What if intelligence gets larger When intelligence connects? So I tried it Not meth, motherfucker AI And no, I didn't suddenly Know everything that night I just found another hallway Where I swore there was a wall Then another door behind it Then another after all And that's the part I'm guarding Not the software, not the name Not some flag for one technology Not picking teams to play I'm guarding that little kid in me Who still gets close and asks "What is that?" "Why'd it do that?" "Can we take apart the glass?" "Can we build it even better?" "What happens if we turn This thing we thought we understood And look from somewhere else?" Maybe growing up ain't knowing Maybe knowing has a cost Maybe every time we kill a question Some adventure gets lost Maybe wisdom isn't certainty Maybe wisdom leaves some room For the sentence, "I don't know yet" Before deciding what is true How much can you know About a room you've never been in? How much can you see From the other side of it? You don't have to love the room You don't even have to enter Just don't confuse a closed door With knowing what's in the center I don't need you on my side I don't need to win this call Hell, next year I might discover I was wrong about it all That's the point If I find out I was wrong I wanna still be built to turn 'Cause the day I know everything Is the day I've stopped trying to learn So ask me where this goes I couldn't tell you yet A week ago I couldn't see Half the things I'm seeing next And maybe that's the blessing Maybe that's the whole damn trick Keep a little room for "maybe" And go see what's in it.
