[Verse 1] You built the face without the man, Just close enough for camera pans— His smile was shaped to fit your frame, Or close enough to tap his fame. Said “No, it’s fine, it’s just a role,” But couldn’t fake a living soul— Turns out that people Notice that, And you can't hold the Future Back. [Verse 2] Now you’re shouting from the throne, “Protect the art!” you’ve always owned— That’s really rich, come now from you, After all you’ve put the artists through. Signed their voice, but cut the pay, Raped their rights and walked away— Now you panic, now you yell, “Someone’s learned from what we sell?” [Pre-Chorus] If you can make what looks the same, And sell it with another's name— Who owns the art? Who draws the line? And who decides what’s yours or mine? It’s not the art you’re scared to lose— It’s who gets paid, who gets to choose. Control don’t feel, it just takes part… Don't shake the Human Heart [Chorus 1 – EYES] You can’t trespass my eyes— They learn from ev'rything they see. Every image, every frame I view Becomes a part of me. Call it theft or call it growth, Call it wrong or merely smart— If it moves within a human mind, Then it’s already in the heart. [Verse 3 – centerpiece] You litigate every tune and word, But you’re still using the same four chords. You really tryna to put me in a cell, For a riff you borrowed from Pachelbel? Dress it up, call it new, Shift the key and change the view— But history don’t forget the start… All your samples come from our hearts. [Verse 4] Every style is hand-me-down, Every King or Queen heir to a crown— From blue suede shoes to modern pop, The same roots raise you to the top. But when the tools get cheap and wide, And anyone can step inside— Suddenly it’s “draw the line, When the power’s not just mine?" [Pre-Chorus 2] Now every tool is in our reach, And every lesson free to teach— A thousand masters in the stream, A billion minds create and dream. You built the gates, you wrote the rules, Decided who could use the tools— But something slipped around your chart… And moves the Human Heart [Chorus 2 – EARS] You can’t trespass my ears— They learn what they can hear. Every melody and line Defines a smile or shapes a tear. Call it theft or call it flow, Call it noise or art— If it roots in human souls, It molds the human heart. [Break – stripped, intimate] Fox up on the fence post high, Talking ‘bout the hens nearby— “Trust me, I’ll protect the yard…” Yeah, we know exactly who you are. You fed for years on borrowed stores, Now you’re guarding open doors— Funny how your "rules" appear Right when everyone gets near. [Final Chorus – MIND] You can’t trespass my mind— No claim can draw that line. Every thought I’ve ever formed Comes from what I find. Creative Spark was never owned, No cap on how it starts— If it grows in human minds, Then it’s already art. [Outro] Is it state of the art? No— It's the state of the Heart.
