Big Money


Big money goes around the world
Big money underground
Big money got a mighty voice
Big money make no sound
Big money pull a million strings
Big money hold the prize
Big money weave a mighty web
Big money draw the flies

Sometimes pushing people around
Sometimes pulling out the rug
Sometimes pushing all the buttons
Sometimes pulling out the plug
It’s the power and the glory
It’s a war in paradise
It’s a Cinderella story
On a tumble of the dice

Big money goes around the world
Big money take a cruise
Big money leave a mighty wake
Big money leave a bruise
Big money make a million dreams
Big money spin big deals
Big money make a mighty head
Big money spin big wheels

Sometimes building ivory towers
Sometimes knocking castles down
Sometimes building you a stairway
Lock you underground
It’s that old time religion
It’s the kingdom they would rule
It’s the fool on television
Getting paid to play the fool

Big money goes around the world
Big money give and take
Big money done a power of good
Big money make mistakes
Big money got a heavy hand
Big money take control
Big money got a mean streak
Big money got no soul…


I am the state , the sun and moon

the rule of the wind and sweep of the broom

Let the king call the tune.

in the hall of mirrors, where i speak to the light

and the sound on the morrow is my earnest delight.

The blaze of the comets ,in glory less than mine

in the company of the Gods and in keeping of the time

and scents and lengths much ,adored by the touch

and the romance of a chance

when i ruled my dear France.

To heal your singing soul


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and calm the rain

that seems to drain

from all the fame

and they call your name

but do they know?

the real you

and not the girl on show

who likes quiet nights in with a furry friend

who tells it like it is and doesn’t pretend

and fights for those when no one cares

and when no one notices , still you are there

now you sit bruised ,heavy and sad

but in time, you’ll be fine , pretty and glad

cos’ life’s a wheel ,going up and down

and up again till a smile grows from a frown

and on that day when your heart gets it flutter

and you feel great again and soft as warm butter

just remember to sing it’s what you came to do

and one more thing,i believe in you.

Bob’s got a way with words

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wrote me a’rhyme

a heck of a long time

started from a boy

and it gave me pure joy

through the changing seasons

and the different reasons

my pen to paper always spoke

and sometimes it was all a joke

but you see a man must fight

for his words and for his right

to write what his spirit feels

about the world and all its deals

about justice, freedom and a burning love

and the seas sailed by the white dove

just like yesterday did it all begin

now my words are blowing in the wind.

Funny Money


If it’s a joke , i’ma tell it

used to be broke, but now i sell it

charisma, charm and a whole lotta black

cos inclusions the word, lack of diversity is wack

yeah i’ve been on a bunch of stages

and not it’s not the hunch of sages

that got me on the road to riches

nah! it was talking about bitches

ha!they laugh in their seats and i laugh all the way

to the bank baby baby!! see ya, have a nice day….

When my mind was made,

that i would be made,

nest built at a peak,

Vulcan’s quake as i speak,

and North star is my reach,

Globe lifted on shoulders,

and the bottom of the sea is where lays my lover,

Mind over body-yes,i thought it through

as an immigrant with a dream, well what was i to do

and i stayed firm and focused

humbly a’hocus for a pocus’.