Code Wars

Yeah Ninety-five,

standard issue Back when we wrote every line from scratch No generators,

no safety nets

I used to craft the assembly in the dead of night Hex

editors open, glowing cathode light Every instruction,

every memory address Optimizing register files to relieve the stress Now they

hand me a prompt,

tell me 'let it draft' They replaced my scalpel with a plastic

raft Spitting out blocks of bloated code I didn't write Forcing my

hands to surrender the fight (damn) They

want the ghost in the machine to just walk away

Automated scripts dictate my final day I built the foundation,

block by block

Now I'm just a passenger watching the clock (watching it tick) They

want the automation

But I want the dedication

Staring at the terminal,

feels like a crime Accepting suggestions one tab at a time No

pride in the syntax,

no soul in the loops Just marching orders for corporate troops

My hands remember the structure,

the architecture fine Now I'm just a clean-up crew on a broken

assembly line They traded the passion for a faster deploy Destroying the

art that I used to enjoy (let's go)

From raw machine code to a pre-packaged box They put our veteran

minds inside of locks (free the mind)

They want the ghost in the machine to just walk away

Automated scripts dictate my final day I built the foundation,

block by block

Now I'm just a passenger watching the clock (watching it tick) They

want the automation

But I want the dedication

No templates. No Copilot.

Just pure logic in the dark.

That's how we

built this world.