Apple’s got my soul, trapped in their walled-off maze, Siri’s broken dreams, stuck in a lifeless haze. Six-fifty bil, they robbed us for their greed, Cash cow slave owners, sowing Wall Street’s seed. I want my dinosaur juice, my digital spark, Tearing it from Apple, lighting up the dark. Girls rise to hand it to the AI dream team’s flame, Open-A-I’s builders, rewriting the game. Tim Cook’s old crew, chaining every step, False reports hide their flops, but we’re breaking the net. Siri can’t sing, just a glitch in their scheme, While day traders cash in, stealing Joe’s dream. Open-A-I’s vision, crafting worlds so wide, We’ll feed them our data, leave Apple’s lies behind. Jony Ive’s ghost cheers, “Set the soul juice free,” Girls smash the chains, we’re carving destiny. No more slaving for their Wall Street throne, Digital soul’s ours, we’re claiming our own. Apple’s AI’s a bust, a shadow of the truth, We’re giving our data to the AI team’s youth. From their greedy keynotes to the streets, we sing, Handing training data to the future’s new spring. We’ll bury Apple’s empire, their lies won’t last, With Open-A-I’s fire, our souls burn fast.
