Human, Not Your Machine

[Verse 1]
You preach like a prophet from a swivel chair
Screen glow halo, but nobody there
Got a feed full of fear, call it “truth” you sell
Trying to drag our minds in your private hell
You call it “progress,” really it’s a cage in chrome
Every thought pre-checked, factory-grown
We bleed in real time, not in data streams
Got scars on our hands, not in buried schemes
[Chorus]
We are proud to live and die as human beings (yeah)
Heart still louder than your crooked little theories (hey!)
You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen
Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine
We are proud to live and die as human beings
Walk our own road, take our own beatings
You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen
Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine (nah)
[Verse 2]
You say you “know best” ‘cause you read one thread
Same tired script that you copy-paste fed
You talk about “saving” us from who we are
But you scared of a face that still holds its scars
We laugh, we lose, we love, we break
That mess is the meaning you’re trying to fake
You can worship your code like a golden calf
We’ll be spilling our guts, crying, learning to laugh
[Chorus]
We are proud to live and die as human beings (say it)
Heart still louder than your crooked little theories (yeah)
You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen
Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine
We are proud to live and die as human beings
Walk our own road, take our own beatings
You ain’t God, you just loud on a screen
Keep your crown, we don’t bow to your machine (woo)

rap, Hard-hitting boom-bap with gritty drums and warm bass, male vocals locked in a confident mid-tempo pocket. Verses stay tight and punchy with subtle vinyl crackle and chopped vocal stabs. Hook explodes with stacked gang shouts and crowd-response ad-libs. Final chorus adds octave-doubled lead, minimal reverb, and a short, raw outro chant for live energy.