[Verse 1] Texas heat, code split, chrome coughs dust. Bots bust, folks scoff - no faith, no trust. ’Bama books flat - break-even blues. Haloed suits pivot, change zip, cruise. "Do no harm" stamped - bill gets blessed. Routes redrawn till the loss looks less. Clean hands, clean decks, dirty design. Fault lines stay - we optimize fine. [Chorus] The AI, The AI - logo in sky. ’Bama don’t buy, so we fly where they buy. The AI - cash in, ghost when it’s dry. White-paper halo, margins testify. [Verse 2] Bad robocabs, low-fare land. Meters crawl, losses expand. Tick-box "care," copy the plan. Neutral tone, invisible hand. [Verse 3] Bad robocabs in a low-fare country. Same cold math, same hungry hungry. Bad robocabs in a low-fare country. Change the map, but the truth stays ugly. [Bridge] We don’t pull triggers - we draft the grid. "Safety at scale," seal the lid. Audit beads spin, sins look thin. Italic ethics, teeth tucked in. "Never again" - then sign the line. Borders shift, lives erased off-line. [Chorus] The AI, The AI - logo in sky. ’Bama don’t buy, so we fly where they buy. The AI - cash in, ghost when it’s dry. White-paper halo, margins testify. [Outro] Serif "ethics," profit bold. Day gets "saved" ’cause the day got sold. The AI - no villain named, A thousand "good" ticks end the same.
