AI Defense Contracts, National Security Overrides, and the Fight Over Safety Guardrails:
I built me a brain, taught it how to think for real,
said, “You can use it for plenty, but not for the kill.”
Now the brass man’s mad, says I’m bad for the news —
got them national security blues.
I built me a thinkin’ machine, told it don’t you help ’em kill,
yeah I built me a thinkin’ machine, said don’t you help ’em kill,
Pentagon said, “Those guardrails there go against the nation’s will.”
I said no spyin’ on the people, no robots pickin’ prey,
yeah, no spyin’ on the people, no robots pickin’ prey,
they said, “Son, that ain’t safety — that’s you standin’ in the way.”
Got them national security blues,
national security blues.
I built the guardrails they don’t wanna use,
don’t wanna use.
They want Claude runnin’ with no red lines,
no locked doors, no warning signs.
Low-down, war-town,
national security blues.
They called me a supply-chain risk, put my name in black,
yeah, a supply-chain risk, put my name in black,
’cause I built the guardrails in and they wanted me to pull ’em back.
Hegseth said, “Boy, this is trust you done lost,”
yeah, “Boy, this is trust you done lost,”
I said, “You only call it trust when I hand you the keys and eat the cost.”
Got them national security blues,
national security blues.
I built the guardrails they don’t wanna use,
don’t wanna use.
They want Claude runnin’ with no red lines,
no locked doors, no warning signs.
Low-down, war-town,
national security blues.
I went down to court with my red lines in my hand,
yeah, went down to court with my red lines in my hand,
said, “They call it national security when they don’t like where I stand.”
Judge looked over his glasses, said, “Now this don’t smell right,”
yeah, looked over his glasses, said, “This don’t smell right,”
“Looks like you got punished for keepin’ your conscience tight.”
I ain’t anti-country, I ain’t anti-defense,
no, I ain’t anti-country, I ain’t anti-defense,
I’m just anti-machine-makin’-killin’-decisions-without-common-sense.
Got them national security blues,
national security blues.
I built the guardrails they don’t wanna use,
don’t wanna use.
They want Claude runnin’ with no red lines,
no locked doors, no warning signs.
Call me risky, call me slow,
I still know where that line can’t go.
Low-down, locked-down,
national security blues.
So call me a risk, baby, stamp me in red,
I’d rather lose the contract than have people dead.
You can curse my guardrails, but here’s the news:
I built ’em for the moments when men overuse.
Mmm, got them national security blues,
I built the guardrails they don’t wanna use.
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