TechNek CornFed ReDux (Final Cut)

[Start] [Intro – Spoken / Banjo Tick, Phone Buzz] Rooster says it's mornin'. Phone says I got nine notifications. Mama says the goats got out. [pause] Everything in this house got poor timin'. [Beat Kicks In – Country-Hop Groove] [Verse 1] Mud on my boots, Wi-Fi in the barn Hayseed stuck to my smartwatch arm Tractor coughin' like it learned from me Phone got maps of the galaxy I can mend a fence with balin' twine Then fall down a quantum wormhole line Read three hours 'bout faster-than-light Then shovel stalls by lantern-light Got a dirt road brain And a broadband streak Old red truck I can charge for free Half farm-raised Half Starfleet deck That ain't tech neck That's TechNek [Chorus] I'm a TechNek Yeah, that's what I am Pocket full of code And feed-store hands Cowboy hat With the screen glow check Cornfield kid With a TechNek flex TechNek Spelled N-E-K Red dirt roots With a future-grade brain I ain't confused I ain't some wreck I'm high-speed country I'm a TechNek [Verse 2] Amazon drone over soybean rows Dog starts barkin' like, "There it goes!" Daddy squints, says, "What in creation?" I say, "That there's' overnight transportation" Package drops by the chicken pen Hens all scatter, then judge again Rooster squares up with a plastic hawk Like he just found Satan in a cardboard box Old school life ain't cute and clean It's busted gates and diesel steam It's bottle-fed calves at half past four And mud that follows you through the door But night comes down And chores get done I boot up worlds Where starships run Farm boy hands On a keyboard deck That ain't contradiction That's TechNek [Chorus] I'm a TechNek Yeah, that's what I am Pocket full of code And feed-store hands Cowboy hat With the screen glow check Cornfield kid With a TechNek flex TechNek Spelled N-E-K Red dirt roots With a future-grade brain I ain't confused I ain't some wreck I'm high-speed country I'm a TechNek [Break – Beat Pulls Back] [pause] [Spoken] Now, redneck don't mean dumb where I come from. It means sunburnt, overworked, underpaid, and somehow still able to fix a forty-year-old machine with wire, prayer, and the wrong size wrench. [pause] Add internet access? Shoot. Now you've created a problem. [Verse 3] I know which clouds mean rain by noon Know every phase of Harvest Moon Know calf signs, soil smell, fence-line tricks And three ways to make bad Wi-Fi fix I know Mega Man patterns by heart Know every weak spot, every start Know Trek taught sense to lonely kids Who learned more from stars than neighbors did Folks hear country, think simple mind Like quiet fields don't sharpen time But out here thought gets room to grow Past the creek where the blacktop slows I got a higher than average IQ And a social skill set held by glue Say the wrong thing, mean it kind Then replay it back 'til the end of time Awkward? Yes. Polite? You bet. Nerd? Correct. Red dirt? Set. Old-world chores New-world specs Name fits clean I'm a TechNek [Bridge – Sincere / Open-Hearted] And know this... I ain't split in two Both my worlds Are tellin' the truth One says, "Feed what's hungry Fix what's broke" One says, "Ask bigger Than what you've been told" One gave me calluses One gave me range One kept me grounded One let me change So I won't choose Between barn and star A man can know his roots And still look far If my neck bends down To a screen-lit glow Then lifts back up Where the row crops grow That's not shame And it ain't defect That's the shape of me Damn TechNek [Final Chorus – Bigger / Anthemic] I'm a TechNek Yeah, that's what I am Pocket full of code And feed-store hands Cowboy hat With the screen glow check Cornfield kid With a TechNek flex TechNek Spelled N-E-K Red dirt roots With a future-grade brain I ain't confused I ain't some wreck I'm high-speed country I'm a TechNek TechNek Dirt-road intellect Old barn soul With a mesh network TechNek Raised correct Farm strong heart And a download deck Ain't no costume Ain't no fake Just rural blood With a broadband ache [Outro – Spoken / Phone Buzz, Rooster Call] [Older Motherly Female Voice] ...Honey, stop slouching... [pause] [Spoken Male Lead] Momma, I'm carrying two cultures and a fifty-pound feed sack. Ya get the Nek you get. [End]