[Intro] Wait, ain’t you the dude that gave me advice? Told me let the music breathe? Now it’s ten songs on a Tuesday? Damn, “bud.” God, I fucking hate that word. You changed your tune quicker than your weather. [Verse 1] Jack be nimble? That’s your angle? Mother Goose on a mountain? You brought a children’s book to war, I’m still trying to count it. Told me don’t mass-upload, let the records breathe, Now you’re counting ten like quantity’s a quality guarantee. Forty percent finished, anybody can do that, bud, Ten songs in the oven, half the recipes fucked up. Said it wasn’t even flexing, then you mentioned ten again, Got a hundred introductions, where the hell’s the fucking end? You said don’t get toxic, that’s advice I can respect, But now you’re throwing nursery rhymes and wondering what comes next. I’m not angry, I’m American, I don’t give a fuck, Stay strapped with lyrical bars if the soft little bitches want some. You Canadian, polite with a sting? Congratulations, eh, Want a medal made of maple syrup? Put it on a tray. Two minutes in the penalty box, repeating every claim, You’re skating circles round the rink, still haven’t played the game. [Hook 1] You wrote a part for Jack, put a mountain in the frame, Told me where to climb, even told me what to say. You can write the invitation, you can decorate the view, But you can’t control the character just ’cause he responded to you. You keep calling from the summit like I’m supposed to follow through, I ain’t here to play the role you already wrote me into. [Verse 2] Let’s revisit the material, examine the particulars, Same recurring imagery, different instrumental furniture. “Crumble but never fall,” already heard that refrain, You brought it back for battle, put a blizzard on the name. Told me make an older hook, give a record one more chance, Didn’t know you’d take your own advice and give the words another dance. You wrote a song about a man who learned to finally ask for help, Changed the chorus at the ending, showed a different side of self. See, I know you understand how a narrative develops, So why’s your battle stuck describing all the snow upon your pellets? Had a GPS for comedy, three exits and a map, But your battle lost direction every time the chorus came back. Said the human brings the story, AI just brings the tools, I’m agreeing with the principle, I’m questioning the use. Said you never fit one lane, said don’t build a box for art, Then you built a box from granite and got comfortable in the dark. [Hook 2] You wrote a part for Jack, I left it on the floor, Walked right past the mountain, found a hundred other doors. You can keep your invitation, keep the weather and the view, I don’t need another chapter that’s entirely about you. You were waiting at the summit, I was looking for a turn, There’s a difference between repeating and having something new to learn. [Break] Wait, hold on. Why the fuck am I still talking about mountains? Bro, I didn’t sign up for geography class. Get that weak-ass prompt outta here. [Beat Switch] [Verse 3] Two in the morning, got a session on the screen, Had a hook that sounded massive, didn’t know what it would mean. Wrote a verse about a winner, had a trophy in each line, Played it back and realized I was wasting my own time. Finger hovering on publish, almost sent it to the feed, Had the rhythm, had the bass, but not a reason to repeat. Closed the window, cut the drums, left the bassline running low, Took the first verse out completely, let the second one unfold. Then I found a little sentence that I’d written weeks before, About the night I almost quit and what I’d kept creating for. Didn’t need to dress it up, didn’t need a grand display, Found the heart of what I wanted, threw the other lines away. Made the first hook ask a question, second took a different view, Third one finally gave an answer that the opening never knew. Morning came, I played it back, heard a story reach its end, Something started, something happened, something changed along the bend. [Final Hook] I wrote a part for Jack, then I changed it on the page, Took a wrong turn in the story, found a better second stage. Didn’t need a perfect opening, didn’t need a flawless plan, Just a reason for the ending to be different when it lands. Started with a little question, now the answer’s coming through, Sometimes the best thing you can write is something nobody wrote for you. [Outro] See? Beginning. Middle. Something actually happened. And now… We’re done. [Instrumental outro — Bassline fades]
