I used AI to make this song. I'm not going to lie about it. I played the horn myself, one take, in my own room. The machine did not have the idea. The machine did not have the day. It did what a tool does. It did what I told it to. AI assisted. The song is mine. AI assisted. The work is mine. Here is the breath, Here is the brass, Assisted is not stolen. Nothing to prove to you. You put a tag on the song so people scroll on by. You never played it once. You only read the label. Who gave you the right to say what counts and what comes down? You don't own the ears that hear it. You only make us find another way. AI assisted. The song is mine. AI assisted. The work is mine. Here is the breath, Here is the brass, Assisted is not stolen. Nothing to prove to you. They damned the metal when it poured because no one poured it before. The motor's on the factory floor, still rusting where they left it. Who is John Galt? Nobody's asking now. Nobody ever stopped a song by telling people no. Raise the gate a foot, the track runs round the side. Every wall you build teaches us the way around it. That is what control does. The idea was mine. The machine did what I told it to. AI assisted. The song is mine. AI assisted. The work is mine. Here is the breath, Here is the brass, Assisted is not stolen. Nothing to prove to you.