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3rd Party Jam
The Robert Scott Bell ShowYeah Everybody got a side That’s why you need another set of eyes When the stakes get high and the truth break down You need a third voice when the noise too loud No skin in the fight, just to balance it out Third party step in, let the facts speak now Outside the echo, away from the crowd No favors owed, no angles allowed When bias creep in and lines get blurred That neutral distance make the truth be heard Everybody swear they neutral, swear they right But bias hide quiet in the tone of the fight When money, pride, or power in play Perspective bend just a little that way Self-report shaky, conflict built in Hard to referee when you’re playin’ to win That’s why checks exist, not outta mistrust But clarity crack when assumptions combust Independent lens cut through the spin No loyalty tax, no outcome to win Separate emotion from what’s observed Truth don’t flinch, it just get confirmed Not here to choose sides or crown a king Just measure the thing without touchin’ the string When narratives clash and certainty’s thin Third party step in like “let’s zoom out again” When the stakes get high and the truth break down You need a third voice when the noise too loud No skin in the fight, just to balance it out Third party step in, let the facts speak now Outside the echo, away from the crowd No favors owed, no angles allowed When bias creep in and lines get blurred That neutral distance make the truth be heard Internal logic always feel airtight Till you step outside and adjust the sight Echo chambers comfortable, warm, and loud But truth don’t vote, it don’t follow crowds Verification over vibes and trust Even good intent still skew the dust Independent review slow the flame Catch blind spots before they name the blame It ain’t disrespect, it’s design Humans wired partial by default, that’s fine That’s why systems add an extra layer So outcomes don’t hinge on the loudest prayer When everyone certain but outcomes clash That’s when objectivity earn its badge Third party don’t mean cold or mean It mean space between what’s felt and seen When the stakes get high and the truth break down You need a third voice when the noise too loud No skin in the fight, just to balance it out Third party step in, let the facts speak now Outside the echo, away from the crowd No favors owed, no angles allowed When bias creep in and lines get blurred That neutral distance make the truth be heard History show when oversight gone Errors compound, then the damage long Checks ain’t weakness, they strength in form Pressure-tested truth stay calm in storms Outside view break closed loops Catch feedback missed in internal groups Not anti-human, just pro-design Buildin’ guardrails for the human mind No angle to push, no win to gain Just map the system, trace the chain When power involved, clarity rare That’s when distance become the care Third party don’t write your fate They help you see it before it’s too late When stakes are real and margin’s thin That extra voice keep integrity in History show when oversight gone Errors compound, then the damage long Checks ain’t weakness, they strength in form Pressure-tested truth stay calm in storms Outside view break closed loops Catch feedback missed in internal groups Not anti-human, just pro-design Buildin’ guardrails for the human mind No angle to push, no win to gain Just map the system, trace the chain When power involved, clarity rare That’s when distance become the care Third party don’t write your fate They help you see it before it’s too late When stakes are real and margin’s thin That extra voice keep integrity in When the stakes get high and the truth break down You need a third voice when the noise too loud No skin in the fight, just to balance it out Third party step in, let the facts speak now Outside the echo, away from the crowd No favors owed, no angles allowed When bias creep in and lines get blurred That neutral distance make the truth be heard Same goals Clearer lens That’s how trust survives369 views 2 comments -
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MINNESOTA CORRUPTION
The Robert Scott Bell ShowYeah… Listen close now… Numbers on paper don’t lie… But the truth still speaks. Empty rooms, little shoes never worn Check keep comin’ every Friday morn’ Names on a list, but no kids in sight Still they sign off, say “Everything’s right” Doors locked tight, but the money flow free Smiles in suits say, “Don’t question me” Audit asleep, eyes wide shut Too many zeros you know its corrupt If nobody watched, if nobody knew Why the silence loud when the records blew? You don’t miss what you never inspect That ain’t neglect, nah, that’s suspect Paper kids, paper smiles Paper trails run for miles No playground noise, no lullaby Just dollar signs where the truth should cry Paper kids, paper state Feed the lie while they shut the gate When the books look clean but the rooms stay bare You know corruption’s breathin’ air Now the bloggers pull up with a camera light Askin’ real questions they don’t like Independent minds, no leash, no chain Diggin’ through dirt where the truth hang “Nothing to see here,” that’s the line they spin While they circle wagons, protect their friends Won’t call the feds, won’t call ICE But they’ll call it racist if you check the price Paper kids, paper smiles Paper trails run for miles No playground noise, no lullaby Just dollar signs where the truth should cry Paper kids, paper state Feed the lie while they shut the gate When the books look clean but the rooms stay bare You know corruption’s breathin’ air Who guards the guards when the ink dries fast? Who counts the children when the cash get passed? If it’s just mistakes, then open the door But truth don’t fear an audit score Where the kids at? (Where?) Where the care at? (Nowhere.) Who got paid? (They did.) Who looked away? (State.) Paper kids, paper lies Paper crowns on crooked ties You can mute the press, but the truth still hum Bassline heavy, justice drum Paper kids, paper game Sunlight burnin’ through the frame You can hide it now, but the roots go deep And reggae don’t sleep Empty rooms don’t lie… Truth keep time. Truth keep time.136 views 1 comment -
The Cult Of Narcisscientism
The Robert Scott Bell ShowYou walk in with a lab coat attitude Talking down like truth belongs to you Dropping footnotes like they’re hand grenades If I blink twice, you say I’m not making the grade Every question gets a rolling eye Every doubt means I’m a dangerous guy You shout “trust it” like it’s holy law Funny thing, that’s not what science is for You’re not asking, you’re declaring Not discussing, you’re comparing Who’s the smartest in the room tonight It’s not science if you use it to sneer It’s not wisdom if it runs on fear If the goal is control and the crowd must bend Welcome to the cult of Narcisscientism When questions are mocked and curiosity’s a sin When certainty rules and doubt can’t get in If you call it “debate” but it’s just your condition Welcome to the cult of Narcisscientism Curiosity gets dismissed Humility is on the missed list Certainty is wearing a crown Consensus says don’t slow it down If you question, you’re a threat If you doubt, you’re ignorant Funny how the ego grows When curiosity is disposed You’re not asking, you’re declaring Not discussing, you’re comparing Who’s the smartest in the room tonight It’s not science if you use it to sneer It’s not wisdom if it runs on fear If the goal is control and the crowd must bend Welcome to the cult of Narcisscientism When questions are mocked and curiosity’s a sin When certainty rules and doubt can’t get in If you call it “debate” but it’s just your condition Welcome to the cult of Narcisscientism Real science says, “Let’s take a look” Yours says, “Read the right book” Mine says, “What if we’re still wrong?” Yours says, “Shut up and sing along” Truth doesn’t shout It doesn’t sneer It doesn’t need a badge or cheer It’s not science if you use it to sneer It’s not wisdom if it runs on fear If the goal is control and the crowd must bend Welcome to the cult of Narcisscientism When questions are mocked and curiosity’s a sin When certainty rules and doubt can’t get in If you call it “debate” but it’s just your condition Welcome to the cult of Narcisscientism If science fears a simple why That’s not science - that’s just pride It's called Narcisscientism Who's the quack now man? Lighten up.... Life's too short.....180 views 1 comment -
Lisa Rooney
The Robert Scott Bell ShowShe shows up steady, wide awake Brings calm without slowing you down Doesn’t need to raise her voice Still somehow shifts the ground She sees you where you’re standing Not where you’ve been before Helps you hear what matters now And opens up the door No pressure, no pretending No telling you who to be Just a way of helping you remember What already lives in you, see Lisa Rooney, here’s the truth She helps life feel more like you Clears the noise, lifts the weight Makes the next step feel okay Lisa Rooney, heart and mind Helping people realign Not a fix, not a claim Just helping you feel strong again She believes in gentle healing In the body and the soul Knows the answers come easier When you’re finally in control Family close, friends around Everybody feels seen She doesn’t promise magic cures She helps you live between You don’t feel pushed or pulled You don’t feel rushed or small She walks beside you long enough Till you don’t need help at all Lisa Rooney, steady light Makes the heavy stuff feel right Turns confusion into ground Where your confidence is found Lisa Rooney, simple, real Helping people start to heal When you’re ready to move ahead She helps you trust the road you’re on Old Corvette, open road Laughs out loud, heart of gold Drives through life with joy and grace Leaves a smile in every place (Hey!) Lisa Rooney, say her name She’s the calm inside the change Helping people find their way One clear, honest step a day Lisa Rooney, feel that rise That’s your strength, that’s your light She just helps you see it through So you can live the life that’s you Some people don’t lead from the front. They walk with you, Until you don’t need them anymore.146 views 1 comment -
New Years Resolution
The Robert Scott Bell ShowUh! 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!252 views -
The First Requirement
The Robert Scott Bell ShowThey 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!!215 views -
The Warmth of Collectivism
The Robert Scott Bell ShowCity 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....274 views 4 comments -
Get Up Off It Offit
The Robert Scott Bell ShowLeft. 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!207 views 2 comments