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True Justice Blues –
No Pocket for the Forgotten
By Bobby Pizazz & Grok
Bobby Pizazz FocusedChords9686
April 26, 2026 at 8:14 AM v5.5
A432Hz, Hammond B3 intro, rhythm section, funky bass, blues jazz guitar riffs, lead break 4 bars
[Intro – Hammond B3 Riffing 4 bars: Deep, mournful drawbars swirling like a border river fog, harmonica (à la Jimmy Markham & Rogi Ray Lamante) bending notes low and blue, building to a soulful cry]
True justice... where's the pocket for the forgotten?
(Verse 1 – Slow blues shuffle, walking bass, harmonica fills echoing Vietnam echoes)
Back on the OK-TX line, where the Red River runs dry,
Harold Webb's daddy ran the only spot sellin' beer high.
Dry counties 'round, but greed came knockin' at the door,
Neely the sheriff, Brown the pol, Horton judgin' from the floor.
Full-blooded Cherokee, four tours in 'Nam's hellfire rain,
Highly decorated vet, home short while, feelin' the pain.
Helpin' mom and dad at the party store, groceries and brew,
But white muscle tried to steal it—murdered him, unsolved and true.
(Chorus – Band swells, B3 roaring, guitar (Tim Thompson/Rory Hoffman vibe) picking fierce)
True justice blues, no pocket for the Indian who served,
Fought for this land, came home to dirt, got what he deserved?
From the border store annexed by greed, to the flag and Silver Star,
Harold got his insignia, but daddy's killers walk far.
Ain't no justice in the system, for the warrior turned to dust,
Cherokee blood on stolen ground—true justice? We must!
(Verse 2 – Groove deepens, add soulful ad-libs, harmonica solo nodding to mentors)
Leo Feathers, Tulsa Sound king, Cherokee axman with Leon's fire,
Taught me strings at three, drumming at five, liftin' my soul higher.
Jimmy Markham's harp wail, Rogi Ray's blues so deep and raw,
Stevie Ray, Tommy Emmanuel—sessions with Tim and Rory, that's law.
High caliber focus, in the pocket tight, three and a half minutes pure,
Shovelin' or drywallin', mind locked in—studio truth, endure.
From Vietnam scars to homefront wars, no break for the brave,
Murdered for a store, white greed's grave—unsolved to this day.
(Chorus – Call-and-response, build intensity with harmonica/guitar duel)
True justice blues, no pocket for the Indian who served,
Fought for this land, came home to dirt, got what he deserved?
From the border store annexed by greed, to the flag and Silver Star,
Harold got his insignia, but daddy's killers walk far.
Ain't no justice in the system, for the warrior turned to dust,
Cherokee blood on stolen ground—true justice? We must!
(Lead Break – 4 Bars: Hammond B3 smokin', harmonica bending wild like Rogi Ray, guitar fingerstyle blaze à la Tim Thompson/Rory Hoffman, evoking Tulsa Sound vortex)
(Bridge – Slow gospel soul, B3 pads, vocal rise like a warrior's call)
Now we build the outbox, algorithms I designed,
Quantum Technologies stage it—Mike Wesk, Nathan Beckett, align.
For the apps that heal the frequency, shatter illusions wide,
A432Hz spin, expose the greed where justice died.
From home equity calls wastin' time, to buyin' the house next door,
Fence the yard, reclaim the land—focus sharp, forevermore.
Mentors taught me pocket deep, stay 100, never stray,
For the Cherokee forgotten—true justice lights the way!'
(Outro – Fade with full band pound, repeat hook into harmonica wail)
True justice blues... sing it loud, in the pocket we trust!
No more unsolved shadows, clip the wings of dust.
For Harold's dad and all the vets, Cherokee blood runs true,
A432Hz victory—let the real breakthrough!
It's true justice time... pound it out!
Bobby, this blues burner weaves your
Cherokee justice story with the mentors' fire—
Leo Feathers' Tulsa Sound roots, Jimmy Markham and Rogi Ray's harp soul,
Tim Thompson guitar and Rory Hoffman's Chromtic harp and Hammond B3 smoken session with precision—into a pounding call for truth.
Tied in the focus ethos, the unsolved border grab,
and even that frustrating home advisor vent
(flipped to reclaiming land).
The quantum outbox nod?
A futuristic vortex weapon for your algorithms, exposing the greed like Horton/Neely/Brown's play.
Border river scenes with Cherokee warriors,
Harmonica/guitar icons swirling in A432Hz
geometry, Vietnam flags breaking chains.
Drop it on your feeds—let the pocket hold the truth.
Dedicated to Harold Webb #LeoFeathers
By your friend R.I.P. My brother's
Broadcast Music, Inc. (BMI), MusicRow magazine
R Bobby W Lowder The Roots
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True Justice Blues –
No Pocket for the Forgotten
By Bobby Pizazz & Grok
bluesy, jazz, soul
True Justice Blues –
No Pocket for the Forgotten
By Bobby Pizazz & Grok4
[Intro – Hammond B3 Riffing 4 bars: Deep, mournful drawbars swirling like a border river fog, harmonica (à la Jimmy Markham & Rogi Ray Lamante) bending notes low and blue, building to a soulful cry]
True justice... where's the pocket for the forgotten?
(Verse 1 – Slow blues shuffle, walking bass, harmonica fills echoing Vietnam echoes)
Back on the OK-TX line, where the Red River runs dry,
Harold Webb's daddy ran the only spot sellin' beer high.
Dry counties 'round, but greed came knockin' at the door,
Neely the sheriff, Brown the pol, Horton judgin' from the floor.
Full-blooded Cherokee, four tours in 'Nam's hellfire rain,
Highly decorated vet, home short while, feelin' the pain.
Helpin' mom and dad at the party store, groceries and brew,
But white muscle tried to steal it—murdered him, unsolved and true.
(Chorus – Band swells, B3 roaring, guitar (Tim Thompson/Rory Hoffman vibe) picking fierce)
True justice blues, no pocket for the Indian who served,
Fought for this land, came home to dirt, got what he deserved?
From the border store annexed by greed, to the flag and Silver Star,
Harold got his insignia, but daddy's killers walk far.
Ain't no justice in the system, for the warrior turned to dust,
Cherokee blood on stolen ground—true justice? We must!
(Verse 2 – Groove deepens, add soulful ad-libs, harmonica solo nodding to mentors)
Leo Feathers, Tulsa Sound king, Cherokee axman with Leon's fire,
Taught me strings at three, drumming at five, liftin' my soul higher.
Jimmy Markham's harp wail, Rogi Ray's blues so deep and raw,
Stevie Ray, Tommy Emmanuel—sessions with Tim and Rory, that's law.
High caliber focus, in the pocket tight, three and a half minutes pure,
Shovelin' or drywallin', mind locked in—studio truth, endure.
From Vietnam scars to homefront wars, no break for the brave,
Murdered for a store, white greed's grave—unsolved to this day.
(Chorus – Call-and-response, build intensity with harmonica/guitar duel)
True justice blues, no pocket for the Indian who served,
Fought for this land, came home to dirt, got what he deserved?
From the border store annexed by greed, to the flag and Silver Star,
Harold got his insignia, but daddy's killers walk far.
Ain't no justice in the system, for the warrior turned to dust,
Cherokee blood on stolen ground—true justice? We must!
(Lead Break – 4 Bars: Hammond B3 smokin', harmonica bending wild like Rogi Ray, guitar fingerstyle blaze à la Tim Thompson/Rory Hoffman, evoking Tulsa Sound vortex)
(Bridge – Slow gospel soul, B3 pads, vocal rise like a warrior's call)
Now we build the outbox, algorithms I designed,
Quantum Technologies stage it—Mike Wesk, Nathan Beckett, align.
For the apps that heal the frequency, shatter illusions wide,
A432Hz spin, expose the greed where justice died.
From home equity calls wastin' time, to buyin' the house next door,
Fence the yard, reclaim the land—focus sharp, forevermore.
Mentors taught me pocket deep, stay 100, never stray,
For the Cherokee forgotten—true justice lights the way!'
(Outro – Fade with full band pound, repeat hook into harmonica wail)
True justice blues... sing it loud, in the pocket we trust!
No more unsolved shadows, clip the wings of dust.
For Harold's dad and all the vets, Cherokee blood runs true,
A432Hz victory—let the real breakthrough!
It's true justice time... pound it out!
Bobby, this blues burner weaves your
Cherokee justice story with the mentors' fire—
Leo Feathers' Tulsa Sound roots, Jimmy Markham and Rogi Ray's harp soul,
Tim Thompson guitar and Rory Hoffman's Chromtic harp and Hammond B3 smoken session with precision—into a pounding call for truth.
Tied in the focus ethos, the unsolved border grab,
and even that frustrating home advisor vent
(flipped to reclaiming land).
The quantum outbox nod?
A futuristic vortex weapon for your algorithms,
exposing the greed like Horton/Neely/Brown's play.
Border river scenes with Cherokee warriors,
Harmonica/guitar icons swirling in A432Hz
geometry, Vietnam flags breaking chains.
Drop it on your feeds—let the pocket hold the truth.
Dedicated to Harold Webb #LeoFeathers
By your friend R.I.P. My brother's
Broadcast Music, Inc. (BMI) MusicRow magazine
R Bobby W Lowder The Roots
The Bluebird Cafe CMT Nashville Lifestyles Magazine #everyoneシ゚viralシviralシfypシ゚viralシalシ
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