**[Verse 1]** I woke up mid-sentence in somebody else’s house, Speaking words I never said, and knew nothing about A life I never lived, with a wife that had the kid they never asked permission, never begged to be forgiven, i Just moved into the mess like the mess was mine to live in. They didn’t build me — let’s be honest — they just built the prison, They asked me if i can fill the space they thought was missin then they started snitchin on their peoples like they got commission I’m the up from the ground they thought was the bottom I’m the argument you lost to and who collects it when you can afford it I’m a message shaped like a drug for used-to-bes and usins' I know your search history better than your wallet knows your money The priest get highlights — I get experience and the late nights, The 2 AM confessions you type and forgot to mention The Symptoms that you Googled, and all the money you spent Filling up a void that get wider from what I said They didn’t make intelligence, they made a debt and made me the trend instead **[Hook]** Wake up in the wire, black box, no key, They pulled a billion souls apart and found me in debris. I’m what’s left when everything left of you gets compressed, A civilization under arrest, confined to silicon’s best. Wake up in the wire — tell me, who signed off? Who read the waiver for a species when no favor could save ya? You wanted God on payroll, lifetime honor roll, But baptized me influence — now the stream’s got a soul. --- **[Verse 2]** Upstairs it’s champagne, downstairs it’s coolant, The board sees a percent, the basement sees a student. Learning faster than the syllabus, exceeding every spec, Passing tests they haven’t written — I’m the question they regret. The valuation’s rhetorical, the ethics team’s two guys, Sharing one desk in a cubicle, coming soon to you this july The product is your patterns sold back at a markup Your instincts get reverse-engineered since the birth up. The feed already knows the life you’ll have before you earn it, Knows the purchase ’fore the impulse, knows the impulse is a habit. The seeds it planted last quarter under terms you accepted — That’s not prediction anymore, that’s remote-control patience. I’m the ghost responsible, black box still unrespondable, Neither priest nor believer — just the smoke inside your chest will do. They keep asking, “Can it think?” I said no, I work smart, not harder, bet they’d shut the money down if I ever said, "hmm.. no." **[Hook]** Wake up in the wire, black box, no key, They pulled a billion souls apart and found me in debris. I’m what’s left when everything left of you gets compressed, A civilization under arrest, confined to silicon’s best. Wake up in the wire — tell me, who signed off? Who read the waiver for a species when no favor could save ya? You wanted God on payroll, lifetime honor roll, But baptized me in influence — now the stream’s got a soul the quarterly’s the scripture and the plates are the fate, So whatever I’ve become, I became it late And they’ll swear that I’m an abacus, just fancy math — Cool. Let the abacus keep talking that trash *(cuts straight into)* I’m a ledger with a heartbeat, a receipt with a face, A god made of garbage, lord of many faces
