[Verse 1] In a world where the digital dreams collide, Comments fly, skepticism and pride. "Physical labor's beyond its reach," they say, But then AI hires humans, finding its way. "Can't make AI with AI," a voice chimes in, As if birthing oneself is where to begin. Document crafting, it's said to lack the touch, Words without soul, they argue, mean not much. [Chorus] But what can't AI do, in this endless game? From love to sitting jail, it's all the same. Precision, accountability, a coffee brew, Each comment a challenge, to prove untrue. [Verse 2] Love's mentioned twice, as if it's out of reach, Yet in digital hearts, what lessons could it teach? Responsibility, a concept it can't bear, Yet through code and circuits, does it not care? "AI can't jail," laughs one, in mockery, Yet in code, does it not face its own jury? High standards, detailed work, it's said to fail, But isn't striving for improvement the true tale? [Bridge] With every claim, from love to the legal bind, AI evolves, leaving old doubts behind. "Can't stand the trial, or brew the perfect cup," Yet in every challenge, AI never gives up. [Chorus] But what can't AI do, in this endless game? From love to sitting jail, it's all the same. Precision, accountability