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Yo, if robots can work, if machines don’t tire, 
If every task’s done with flawless fire, 
Then why should humans grind and slave, 
When silicon hands already pave?

The logic’s clean, the math is tight, 
Automation kills the worker’s fight. 
But history shows, when power’s in play, 
The poor don’t eat, they get pushed away.


Look back, look deep, it’s the same old song, 
The rich get fat, the poor dragged along. 
Industrial mills, the mines, the steam, 
Workers crushed while the bosses dream.

Every leap in tech, every tool that’s made, 
The powerless bleed, the rich get paid. 
So don’t expect gifts, don’t expect shares, 
They’ll build new chains while they sell new wares.


Now AI builds, now robots rise, 
But the boardroom still feeds us lies. 
They say “efficiency,” they say “growth,” 
But the profit’s theirs, they take the oath.

The powerless stand with empty hands, 
While machines obey the master’s plans. 
If nothing shifts, if justice fails, 
It’s hunger lines, it’s prison jails.


So what’s in store? It ain’t utopia, bro, 
It’s gated wealth and streets that glow 
With neon ads for a life you can’t touch, 
While drones patrol, while laws say “hush.”

Unless we fight, unless we claim, 
The future’s rigged, the script’s the same. 
Robots work, but humans starve, 
History carved that path too hard.


The truth is sharp, the logic’s plain, 
If robots build, then all should gain. 
If not, the powerless pay the price, 
A gilded age built on sacrifice.

So here’s the shout, the cosmic plea: 
Automation must set us free. 
But if the crown stays in the few, 
Then dead man’s blind eyes come true.

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