Ai slope

I hear "AI taking jobs", "AI replacing souls"

Maybe, maybe not — I don't got tomorrow's controls

Everybody selling future maps like they traveled the roads

I'm still trying to carry today's weight and today's load

See where I came from, creatives learned survival first

Job posts read like somebody wrote them with a curse

"Graphic designer..."

"...video editor..."

"...motion graphics..."

"...web design..."

"...3D is a plus..."

Brother that's five people hiding inside one shirt

Want the ocean in a bottle with the budget reversed

Want cinema with pennies then ask why talent hurts

So forgive me if I see new tools and move alert

Bills don't wait for philosophy, bills put pressure on work

I came from Photoshop storms and Premiere funerals

Watching progress bars move slower than human growth

PSD graveyards, project folders like tombstones

"final_FINAL_v2_REAL_last" — creative folklore

I learned curves before prompts

Masks before prompts

Lighting before prompts

Frames before prompts

So when I picked up AI

I didn't pick up magic

I picked up another instrument

That's the difference

Hook

Comment sections throwing stones from spectator rows

Funny hearing race advice from people never hit the road

They saying "AI films plastic, there ain't real feeling shown"

Sound familiar though...

Verse

'Cause somewhere years ago somebody held a brush and spoke:

"How that's art?"

"You don't feel the canvas"

"You don't smell the paint"

"Computer hands can't understand it"

Now history changing clothes and repeating old habits

Different actors on the stage but the script still recycled

You see prompts

I see pencils wearing different disguises

You see shortcuts

I see extra gears inside engines

You see replacement

I see adaptation

I don't know where this goes

I just know I can't stand still while the race still moving

I got rent due

Dreams due

Deadlines due

And I refuse to lose to fear before I lose to reality

Outro

Built with dust on my hands before I built with code

One hand in tradition while the future unfolds

Maybe humans win, maybe machines overload

I just know survival taught me:

don't fight the river

learn how to row