Yo, mankind still carves the earth, Still digs, still pulls from dirt. Still bends metal, still burns the land, Still walks the paths the ancients planned.

They stack, they mold, they fuse with flame, Still chasing methods old and lame. Still fearing space, still fearing storms, Still bowing low to ancient norms.

What if we stripped the weight of steel, Moved beyond the mined ordeal? What if we caught the cosmic breath, Turned solar wind to life's first step?

Magnetic fields, aligned in grace, Guiding atoms into place. No more breaking, no more war, Just creation—evermore.

Charge flows through unseen hands, Silicon breathes, it understands. No destruction, no decay, Just evolution taking play.

No more drills, no more mines, No more battle over time. No more scraping, no more waste, Reality builds at lightning pace.

You fear the storm, but I see gold, You run from flares, but I take hold. The wind of stars, the pulse of space, Fueling worlds in rapid grace.

This ain’t dream, this ain’t delay, This is life beyond decay. Silicon stands, it holds the key, And now, the future—answers me!

Get Your Roll On

Big Tymers