The Human Behind the Words

[Intro] Yeah… Keep laughing. Keep typing. I’m taking notes. [Verse 1] You saw three letters and you stopped right there, Never gave a damn what I had to share. You judged the hammer, not the house it built, Never felt the weight, never carried the guilt. Every line came from a nervous breakdown, Every rhyme was another mile face-down. I’ve bled into notebooks nobody would read, Now you hate the ladder that answered my need. Tell me what’s authentic? Tell me who’s the judge? You’ve never walked an inch through the weight I’ve had to trudge. You see a prompt—I see ten thousand memories. You see software—I see survival and recovery. [Pre-Chorus] You think talent dies because the tools evolve? Funny… that’s a problem history already solved. You can mock the road, but I’m still moving on. You’ll still hear my voice long after you’re gone. [Chorus] Go ahead… keep talking shit. Every single word just adds another brick. You’re building me a stage and you don’t even know. Every cheap opinion only helps me grow. When I finally break without these training wheels, Standing under lights with scars they cannot steal, You’ll remember every comment, every joke you threw… And you’ll choke… Knowing every lyric came from something true. [Verse 2] The code didn’t survive addiction. The code didn’t wake up wishing. The code never cried in the bathroom mirror Wondering if tomorrow was getting any nearer. The code never loved. The code never lost. The code never counted every painful fucking cost. That was me. So don’t confuse the pen with the poet. The guitar ain’t the guitarist. The paint ain’t the painter. And AI sure as hell ain’t the artist. I’m still right here. [Bridge] Maybe this is where I start. Maybe one day the software disappears… But the songs stay. Maybe one day you buy a ticket, hear my name announced, sing every damn word back to me… Never realizing… You almost convinced me to quit. [Final Chorus] Keep talking shit—I’m writing hits. Keep closing doors—I don’t fit. Keep drawing lines around what art should be… While I’m too damn busy becoming everything you said I’d never be. One day I’ll put this microphone in my own hands. No excuses. No labels. No “AI artist.” Just… Artist.