BobbyPizazz (@BobbyPizazz)

To anyone that has any inkling of a heart or compassion for the elderly population. We have been deliberately without power for 77 days. Intentionally. And on purpose. To try to make us fail. And to cause our murder. Here I wrote a song about it. It goes like this. https://suno.com/s/nWqk2B2YRd5enL7n The Price Already Paid (Libra — the Scales + Crux the Cross) Song Cover Image Bobby Pizazz FocusedChords9686 A432 Hz male vocal, BobbyPizazz, Hammond B3 Funk Groove Jazz- blues-gospel Hammond B3 lead and guitars with horns – Show Summary August 22, 2026 at 4:25 PMv5.5 (Libra the Scales + Crux the Cross) Verse 1 Seventy-four years and the power’s been dead Since June the sixth the lights went out of our head Oatmeal on the open fire, powdered milk and brown sugar Hands still broken, tendons snapped, yet the song won’t stutter Nala’s gone, guide-dog missing since the middle of July Four puppies search the floor Annie still asks why Verse 2 Housebound, no car, kids long gone down the road Walmart delivery is the only way the food gets told We ain’t asking for pity, we’re asking for eyes Is there a sliver of decency left under these skies? While paper war gods keep selling their names The real power’s been waiting inside our own frames Chorus Christ in you, the hope of glory — Colossians one twenty-seven Chosen before the foundation — Ephesians one four The Great I AM that I AM is still speaking Latent in the DNA, the power from on high Quit serving the paper, look up at the sky The Mazzaroth already wrote it, the story won’t die Verse 3 Virgo held the Seed, Hercules already on the head Draco named “the one to be destroyed,” the dragon is dead Taurus the Judge is already on the way Same Seed, same Name, same end from the start of the day You don’t need another religion built out of ink You need the Great I AM that I AM who never left, the One who still thinks Bridge I’m not trying to hurt you, I’m trying to wake you The supernatural power was planted before they could take you It’s Christ in you — not a paper Christ on a wall It’s the Great I AM that I AM living, the only One who won’t fall Bring Nala home, restore the hands, turn the power back on But more than that — let the sleeping ones finally come Final Chorus Christ in you, the hope of glory Chosen before the world began The Great I AM that I AM is calling Quit the paper war gods, take They put Guadalupe on the van and Uncle Sam in a skull mask Paper Mary, paper soldier, same old paper task Deleted my number-ones, erased the websites too Forty-eight songs in the Top Forty — still they won’t let the truth through I’ve been teaching the Great I AM that I AM for decades now While the world stares at Jesus, Allah, Buddha, Yahweh, and every other brow Images of men, images of gods, images of war While the constellations hang silent above every front door Seventy-seven days no power, seared conscience on the meter Consumers Energy double standard, Old Club still the leader William W. Nicolai, Sheriff James, EDS, the same old line Swingers for Jesus, BSA, GSA — the whole design Chorus: I can’t blame the people looking at the pictures on the wall I blame the leaders who sold the pictures and made the people fall They run the religions, they run the arms, they run the rehab show But the seed inside me is still on fire and the I AM still knows Nathan beside me in the woods, family in the kitchen light Rachel held up high in the sunflower field, bright Ted Harris wrote with me, charts hit number one Newspaper ink still wet with the stories of what we’ve done https://suno.com/s/nWqk2B2YRd5enL7n