CRYPTOMUZIK: IF YER IDEAS NEED BULLETS

I wrote this song based on a tweet I saw rocktoshi send after a week of senseless murders, "If your ideas need bullets to win, they're worthless." . I used Ai programs to create the music and vocals and did a lot of post production and arranging on the song using Pro Tools, to get it sounding more natural and authentic. I then hit up Norman to see if he'd do the video for it and he used Ai to create the visuals.

Lyrics:
[Verse 1]
Static on the screen, my kids scrollin’ brain rotten reels
Algorithms feedin’ trauma like it’s part of the meal
Blood becomes a broadcast, innocence for sale
In the hands of corporations, even nightmares go retail
They whispering disarment, strip the rifles from the land
While armed guards protect the wealthy with a gun in every hand
Hypocrisy’s a chorus, democracy’s the stage
Debate’s the only weapon, rioting is all the rage
But when bullets cut the dialogue, silence takes the floor
Arguments evaporate, and all that’s left is war
Twitter shows the carnage, they monetize the screams
Job report is lookin nasty, get yer cream by any means

[Hook]
If your ideas need bullets to win, they’re worthless, can’t you see?
If debate turns to gunfire, we lose what it means to be free
Ideas forged in minds, not barrels, from dark comes light
Shoot a dreamer down, that will only strengthening the bite

[Verse 2]
End of the Fourth Turning, clock stuck at revelation
History spins the vinyl, same groove, new generation
Old men in velvet chairs, their future's on the youth
While the streets trade their childhood for a fraction of the truth
Leaders fumble scandals, nations flirt with flame
Drones cross the borders, its more than just a game
Refugees run to safety, then find death in subway cars
Proof the world’s a battlefield no matter where you are
Conspiracies and whispers, they own the ink, they own the guns
Feed us rage in ration packs until the people come undone
But I still believe in questions, in the fire of debate
’Cause violence is a short cut to a long, forgotten fate

[Outro]
Philosophers they warned us - when words can’t find a stage
The silence grows violent, and the script will flip to rage
Freedom’s in the dialogue, turns a bite into a bark
But a bullet ends discussion, they gonna catch one in the park