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Uh! Yeah! New year, huh? Watch this now HIT IT! January talk, big mouth brag “New me comin’!” HA! Yeah, yeah, yeah Said I’m droppin’ weight, eatin’ clean Two days later, extra cheese Gym card shiny, never swiped Workout plan? Lost that fight Mirror said, “You serious, man?” I said, “Yeah!” then I sat right back down Same me! WATCH! Same me! WATCH! New calendar, same mess Same me, watch! Said “No drinkin’, no smokin’, no bets” Look at me now, still negotiatin’ with myself, yes Garage clean? HA! Not today That’s a springtime, summertime kind of play Tried to be calm, tried to be nice Lost my patience twice, TWICE! Wait! Hold up! I meant NEXT week! Hit it again! New year! (WHAT?) Same me! (WHAT?) Big plans fallin’ off by week three New year! (WHAT?) Same me! (WHAT?) Still funky, still free! Said I’d save money, stack my pay Bought dumb stuff anyway Quit gamblin’, quit bad luck Scratch ticket winked, I said “Aw, what the” Eat at home, cook real food Delivery app say “You good?” Be a better person, elevate But pettiness still got a reservation, CHECK! Uh! Get down! Shake it loose now! Break it down! New year! (HEY!) Same me! (HEY!) Still breathin’, still movin’, still funky! New year! (HEY!) Same me! (HEY!) I ain’t perfect, but I FEEL GOOD, don’t I?! Resolutions come and go… But this groove? This groove STAY. Ha! Happy New Year!

They didn’t put it first just to decorate, They put it first ‘cause nothing works without it. Once you control what a man can say, You don’t need force, the fight is over. No chains, no boots, no open threat, Just tell the people what’s allowed. Rewrite truth, relabel lies, Call it safety for the crowd. They fear the words they can’t control, Fear the voice they can’t rewrite. The First Requirement, we speak free No filter. No leash. No decree. You take the vote, you take the voice, That’s how control replaces hope. This isn’t noise. This isn’t rage. It’s the sound of power slipping away. Feel the weight hit your chest? That’s what free-dom sounds like now They didn’t rise ‘cause we were weak, They rose ‘cause systems bent and broke. Now they answer to hands unseen, Not the people they were sworn to serve. Same loud screens, same scripted lines, Different mouth, same controlled sound. So we stepped away from the approved lie And built our own lines underground. That’s why they censor, shadow, delay, Hope we stay tired, hope we obey. The First Requirement, we speak free No permission. No apology. You steal the vote, you steal the voice, You call it peace while killing choice. This is the line. This is the stand. A free country needs a speaking man. Feel the weight hit your chest? That’s what freedom sounds like now Nobody’s coming to save this place. No hero’s showing up late. The power’s always been right here, What we say. How we vote. When we rise FINAL CHORUS The First Requirement — act now Stand up straight — speak out, speak loud This country moves when the people move, Not by fear — but what we chews. Voice. Vote. Step forward now— Feel the ground shake— That’s freedom — NOW OUTRO The First Requirement. SPEAK!!

City Hall lights, January cold Acceptance speech, words wrapped in gold He says the problem is I stand alone Calls it rigid, calls it old From Brooklyn streets to marble halls Soft words echo off concrete walls He smiles and says it’s time we heal But never asks how it’s gonna feel They say trust us, we know best Just sign your name, we’ll do the rest Trade your choice for something clean A warmer life, so it seems They call it the warmth of collectivism Feels real nice till you’re pinned in place Every promise comes with conditions Every body becomes a case You can keep your warmth, your system, your plan My life is not owned by the state or the socialist clan Health freedom is the antidote To the warmth of collectivism Rugged individual, that’s the crime Standing your ground in dangerous times They say the city needs unity But unity means agreeing blindly New York built on fire and grit On risk and sweat and saying no to it Artists, rebels, immigrants too Didn’t ask permission just pushed it through Now the crowd gets a louder voice And silence sounds like the wrong choice If you hesitate or question the line You’re the problem they need to redefine They call it the warmth of collectivism Feels like care till the pressure’s on When consent becomes conditional And your body’s something they lean upon You can keep your warmth, your cure, your demand My bloodstream is not public land Health freedom is the antidote To the warmth of collectivism For the greater good, that magic phrase Heard it before in darker days Always starts with helping hands Ends with rules you didn’t plan Population charts, numbers and trends No room for outliers or second ends They don’t bleed when policies fail But you do when you pay the scale You can govern streets, you can run the town But you don’t own what’s under my skin now No vote, no office, no righteous cause Overrides consent or natural laws Warmth without choice is control in disguise A softer tone, same old lie I don’t need saving by decree I need you away from my autonomy They call it the warmth of collectivism But it’s cold when you’re forced to comply When freedom’s free till you say no And questions get you classified You can keep your warmth, your vision, your quote My health is not a group vote Health freedom is the antidote To the warmth of collectivism So New York City, hear this clear Every time warm words replace a right That’s not compassion knocking at the door That’s power dressed in softer light Health freedom or collectivism You cannot serve them both One owns your body The other lets you live with it And that choice is the whole point....

Left. Right. Stand at attention. Mic is live. Still waitin’. You speak from distance, bulletproof room, Controlled environment, scripted moves. Facts feel strong when nobody’s near, Funny how quiet it gets right here. You say it’s done, you say it’s closed, But never step where the questions go. Truth don’t hide behind credentials, It shows up calm, it stands essential. If you’re right, then demonstrate, Truth don’t fear a public space. If the record’s solid steel, Why won’t you stand where people speak? Get up off it, OFF-IT Get up off it, OFF-IT Say it loud, say it legit, Get up off it, Offit Get up off it, OFF-IT Get up off it, OFF-IT If the facts hit like you claim they hit, Get up off it, Offit You call it settled, call it fake, Label first, then disengage. Point the finger, shut the gate, That’s not science, that’s escape. You warn the crowd, you draw the line, But won’t cross it when it’s debate time. If they’re wrong, expose the flaw, That’s how truth becomes the law. You say debate gives lies a voice, But truth survives without a choice. Pressure breaks what isn’t real, What holds up welcomes the reveal. Get up off it, OFF-IT Get up off it, OFF-IT No more dodgin’, no more spin, Get up off it, Offit Get up off it, OFF-IT Get up off it, OFF-IT March it out, let the record hit, Get up off it, Offit Science isn’t fragile. It doesn’t need protection. It doesn’t fear questions. It doesn’t say “no thanks.” It steps forward. Who shows up? Truth does. Who stands tall? Truth does. Who walks away when it’s face-to-face?, Silence does. Get up off it, OFF-IT Get up off it, OFF-IT If you’re certain, then commit, Get up off it, Offit Get up off it, OFF-IT Get up off it, OFF-IT No shield left, no place to sit, Get up off it, Offit So until you debate facts instead of duckin’ it, Standing cover for your pharma buddies… NO THANKS PAUL!

Let me tell you what it is, And what it isn’t too, It ain’t a religion, Ain’t here to compete with you. It started back in sixty-six, When culture needed ground, When people wanted roots again, Not just lost-and-found. It’s family, it’s memory, It’s stories handed down, It’s learning who we really are When the noise gets loud. Kwanzaa, seven nights of light, Seven lessons we can use, Teaching how to stand together, Teaching how to choose. Some celebrate, some recognize, Some just learn the name, But understanding where we’re from Is how we light the flame. It starts the day after Christmas, Runs through New Year’s Day, Seven principles, one each night, To help us find our way. Unity and purpose, Working side by side, Building something bigger Than just getting by. It ain’t about the gifts or hype, Or what you buy or show, It’s about what you pass along To the ones who grow. Kwanzaa, seven nights of light, Different days, same hope, Teaching how to lift each other, Teaching how to cope. Some light candles, some don’t, Some already knew, But knowing why it matters Changes how you view. Some folks celebrate it fully, Some just honor the space, Some already have traditions But still respect the place. Because learning don’t replace What you already hold, You can keep your own beliefs And still let others be told. Christmas, Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Different stories shared, But all of them are asking How much we really care. It’s not about dividing lines, Or choosing one side’s right, It’s about seeing your neighbor Standing in their light. Kwanzaa, seven nights of light, That’s really all it is, A moment to remember How we live and how we give. Some celebrate, some recognize, Some just hear the song, But understanding each other Is how we all belong.

Yeah… They mad again. That’s how I know I’m dialed in. I didn’t flip out, I leaned in, Read one thing they said don’t mention. Asked one question, real polite, Now I’m labeled a whole new tension. They like, “Trust the science,” cool, Why you nervous when I read it too? If it’s solid, then relax my guy, Why my curiosity bothering you? I didn’t shout, I didn’t riot, Didn’t storm no gate or street, Just noticed holes in the story Now they tripping over me. If free speech works the way they claim, Then mine shouldn’t change the vibe, But soon as I spoke comfortably, Yeah… somebody lied. I got Wakefielded, okay, bet. That’s what happens when you don’t forget. If they mad, stressed, losing breath, I must’ve said something correct. I got Wakefielded, still cool. Didn’t panic, didn’t play the fool. If they swinging hard, that’s a rule: They only hit what they can’t control. Docs get fired for asking why, Moms get flagged for common sense, Funny how concern for health Turns into “noncompliance.” They say, “You’re dangerous,” I say, “Relax,” I just read what you wrote in black. If your message strong, stand on it, Why you rushing to hit delete so fast? Shadow this, de-rank that, Debank truth, then call it care, If reality’s on your side, Why you need to rig the air? I’m not loud, I’m persistent, That’s the part that wrecks your plans, I don’t need a million followers When the right ones understand. I got Wakefielded, okay, bet. That’s what happens when you don’t forget. If they mad, stressed, losing breath, I must’ve said something correct. I got Wakefielded, still cool. Didn’t panic, didn’t play the fool. If they swinging hard, that’s a rule: They only hit what they can’t control. [VERSE 3 – relaxed but sharp] They don’t cancel nobodies, They cancel people with reach. If you echo what they hand you, You can say it every week. But one step out the script, Now you “misinformed,” Funny how that word appears When narratives deform. I watched good people lose it all For choosing conscience first, And somehow that convinced me I should probably speak worse. If truth needs permission, It’s already dead. I’d rather get Wakefielded Than safe inside my head. [BRIDGE – spoken, amused] They don’t hate confusion. They hate clarity. They don’t fear noise. They fear calm confidence. So yeah, I wear it like a badge now, Not bitter, not stressed. If they tried to ruin my name, I must’ve passed the test. History don’t love the quiet ones Who waited to be approved. It remembers who got dragged first For saying something true. I’m not angry, I’m alert, There’s a difference, take a note. Every time they overreact, They show me where to poke. Wakefielded, say it slow. Wakefielded, let ‘em know. If they mad and losing control, That’s how you know you struck the gold. Wakefielded, no disguise. Wakefielded, open eyes. They don’t come for jokes or lies, They come when truth don’t compromise. If they came for you… Relax. You’re doing something right.

Way up north where the evergreens sway, He is tending all his rabbits every single day. New Zealand, Cinnamon, Czech Frosty too, Organic fed love, yeah he keeps them true. Breeding ARBA strong, every line so clean, Handled from the start like a family routine. He does it all with heart, never chasing the glam, Yeah everybody knows he is - the Bunny Man. He got Naylor hoppin proud, Belle shining in the stand, Raised with love and purpose on that Washington land. From the rabbitry to the studio, he is part of the plan, Yeah everybody calls him - The Bunny Man. Marine in his roots, discipline in his stride, Still carries that honor deep on the inside. He served with grit, now he serves with soul, Helping folks heal, making broken lives whole. Years as a fan turned into something more, Now assistant producer, working right on the floor. Volunteering his time cause he knows where he stands, He believes in the mission, he is - the Bunny Man. He got Naylor hoppin proud, Belle shining in the stand, Raised with love and purpose on that Washington land. From the rabbitry to the studio, he is part of the plan, Yeah everybody calls him - The Bunny Man. Tuned into the show for many years gone by, Learned the healing path, shared it far and wide. Helping sick folks rise, getting people well, Living proof of the truth that Robert loves to tell. From CHD talks to every broadcast glow, He is lifting up the message on The Robert Scott Bell Show. No paycheck needed, he gives all he can, Cause passion is the fuel behind - the Bunny Man. He got Naylor hoppin proud, Belle shining in the stand, Raised with love and purpose on that Washington land. From the rabbitry to the studio, he is part of the plan, Yeah everybody calls him - The Bunny Man. When the lights go low and the vibe gets right, Mark D keeps the heartbeat steady every night. From the rabbits to the show, he stays true to the brand, You can feel the dedication from - the Bunny Man. He got Naylor hoppin proud, Belle shining in the stand, Raised with love and purpose on that Washington land. Faith in the mission, giving all that he can, Forever in the groove of - The Bunny Man.

Yeah, he came from the bottom and he built his way up, Did the work, paid the dues, never asked for good luck. Held the line for the show when the storms got rough, Never cracked, never folded, he was made of tough stuff. He’s the reason that the mission stayed clear and true, Every broadcast standing tall ‘cause he followed it through. Never tried to be a hero, never looked for applause, But the whole world moves forward ‘cause he carried the cause. When the pressure got heavy and the noise got loud, He was calm, he was steady, he was breaking new ground. He’s a fighter, a builder, a mentor, a friend, One of those few real men you can trust ‘til the end. He’s the backbone standing strong, Holding up this show so long. Never wanted to be front and center, But that’s where real ones belong. He’s the backbone standing tall, The one who answers every call. Yeah, he carried all the weight So the rest of us never fall. He walked through fire in his life and came out clean, Turned struggle into wisdom, made strength routine. A husband, a grandpa, a mentor with heart, A man who rebuilt his life like a work of art. He’s the logic in the chaos when the world gets wild, The steady voice of reason with a grounded style. When the nonsense floods in, he exposes the lies, Makes the skepducks scatter when he lets truth fly. He taught me every part of how the craft gets done, Never bragged, never boasted, never claimed to be “the one.” But every lesson he shared sharpened my aim, Yeah, he shaped a producer who stands in the game. He’s the backbone standing strong, Holding up this show so long. Never wanted to be front and center, But that’s where real ones belong. He’s the backbone standing tall, The one who answers every call. Yeah, he carried all the weight So the rest of us never fall. Some men chase glory, He just chased what’s right. Some men fade in pressure, He stepped into the fight. Some men talk about truth, He lived it every day. That’s why this show stands strong In every single way. He’s the backbone standing strong, Holding up this show so long. Never wanted to be front and center, But that’s where real ones belong. He’s the backbone standing tall, The one who answers every call. Yeah, he carried all the weight So the rest of us never fall. He’s the backbone. Standing strong. Yeah… the backbone All along. Real strength doesn’t shout. It stands. Real loyalty doesn’t ask. It does. Real men don’t chase the spotlight… They hold up the world behind it. That’s Super Don. The backbone.

We walked into that hospital afraid but full of trust, Believing every word they said was spoken just for us. Our baby needed healing, and we prayed they'd understand, But one request for something different, and everything got out of hand. We only asked for one more voice, another set of eyes, But suddenly our love was judged, rewritten into lies. They called it “harm,” they called it “risk,” when all we did was care, And in a moment, strangers took what we could not bear. We never thought the ones in white Could be the ones who’d steal the light… They closed the doors, they shut us out, While we were left to scream and shout. They took our child away For choosing love a different way, For seeking truth, for wanting hope, For asking, “Is there one more way?” Now the halls echo with our cries, A family shattered by a lie. We gave them trust, they gave us pain… They took our child away. They took our child away. They said we were “defiant” for standing on our feet, For saying, “Please, we need a moment, this isn’t what we seek.” They weaponized their system, turned compassion into blame, And ripped our world in pieces while they never spoke our names. Our child didn’t see it, just the fear in our eyes, As CPS walked in the room believing every lie. The hardest part of all of this is knowing deep inside, We only fought for gentler care… and that’s the reason why. We never dreamed a single choice Could silence our parental voice. But here we stand, with empty arms, Still praying You will keep them safe from harm. They took our child away For choosing love a different way, For seeking truth, for wanting hope, For asking, “Is there one more way?” Now the halls echo with our cries, A family shattered by a lie. We gave them trust, they gave us pain… They took our child away. They took our child away. Lord, be near the ones who suffer, Hold their babies close tonight. Give the parents strength to stand, Give the wronged a voice to fight. Heal the hearts that break in silence, Guide the lost through darkest days… Bring the children safely home, In Your mercy, light the way. They took our child away, But faith is stronger than their way. We hold on tight, we won’t give in, We pray for You to bring them home again. Even when the world is cruel, Your love is something they can’t take. We’ll fight with hope, we’ll rise again… Until You bring them home, From the ones who took our child away. They took our child away… But not our faith. Not our faith.