[Verse 1]
I fed it a spark,
it gave me a sky.
I brought the scratch marks,
it brought me a line.

I tossed it a seed,
it grew me a grove.
You call it a shortcut,
I call it a road.

[Pre-Chorus]
It won't steal the flame,
it fans it higher.
Give it a wire,
get back fire.

[Chorus]
Not AI slop,
it’s a starting block.
We make it sing,
then we make it walk.
Not AI slop,
we shape the spark.
You bring the soul,
I bring the dark (not AI slop).

[Verse 2]
I had a rough draft
full of holes and dust.
It showed me three doors,
I chose one by gut.

A messy first pass
can still lead home.
A rough little tool
can make room to grow.

[Pre-Chorus]
Less blank-page panic,
more bold repair.
Less dead-end guesswork,
more fresh air.

[Chorus]
Not AI slop,
it’s a starting block.
We make it sing,
then we make it walk.
Not AI slop,
we shape the spark.
You bring the soul,
I bring the dark (not AI slop).

[Bridge]
Let it draft the frame,
I’ll paint the heat.
Let it crack the lock,
I’ll find the beat.

A human hand
makes the final call.
The best new thing
is a handoff, not a wall.

[Final Chorus]
Not AI slop,
it’s a starting block.
We make it sing,
then we make it walk.
Not AI slop,
we shape the spark.
You bring the soul,
I bring the dark (not AI slop).