GREED

Music and Lyrics by Craig S. Wilson

In a time of greed–
Wall Street bet your bucks so they’d be rich.
Isn’t it a bitch?

Now they beg and plead.
Time to save our flag ‘cause it’s a mess
Trumpets all the press

But Uncle Sam was sleeping while he
Should have been safekeeping
Tell me once again what we did wrong?

It’s time we party down tonight
Baby, either way we’re gonna get screwed
So we might as well like it!

We know the debt is going to bite
But the medicine is gonna taste better
If we go ahead and spike it

A tyrant not a hero was a Caesar they called Nero
Got his fiddle out and burned down the town!

Manufacturers bleed
The jobs have gone offshore, so what’s the fix?
Consumer credit tricks

The government agreed
Why worry bout the future, spend it now!
Borrow it some how.

Buy a house no money down
No credit needed in this town
Tell me once again what we did wrong?

It’s time we party down tonight
Honey, if we’re going broke we should stay home
And order some Chinese

It’s an economic blight
Maybe we can find some oil in our backyard
Get us out of this deep freeze.

HEAR OUR PRAYERS

Music and Lyrics by Craig S. Wilson

As the palm cries in the gulf breeze, there’s a desert in our heart.
Seeking answers, finding questions, only you know where to start.
Hindus, Moslems, Jews or Christians, many races, just one LORD
Faith our mind’s eye to believing, share your light and spare the sword.
As the palm cries in the gulf breeze, there’s a desert in our heart.

We bow down….Hear our prayers. From the temples… Hear our prayers Echoed in Cathedrals ….Hear our prayers. Show us the way.

Should we wail on Herod’s wall or bow within the Omar Mosque.
Cleanse our spirits in the Ganges, pin our hopes upon the Cross.
Break the locks upon our souls oh spread the truth across mankind.
Is our future in the scriptures? Who is Chosen, left behind?
As the palm cries in the gulf breeze, there’s a desert in our heart.

We bow down….Hear our prayers. From our Koran– Hear our prayers.
From our Torah– Hear our prayers. Show us the way.

Oh Show us that you’re listening, can you hear us now?
Give us more to worship than a dream…

Send forth Buddha from your temples, from your mosques Mohammed ride.
Deliver Jesus from your alter let your Christs march side by side.
And the day of reckoning will set asunder human strife.
Peace on Earth as it is in Heaven, tree of knowledge, tree of life.
As the palm cries in the gulf breeze, there’s a desert in our heart.

We bow down….Hear our prayers. From our Bible. Hear our prayers. Hallelujah. Hear our prayers. Show us the way.
We bow down….Hear our prayers. Unlock the secrets. Hear our prayers. Push the stones aside. Hear our prayers. Show us the way.
We bow down….Hear our prayers. Are you listening? Hear our prayers. Can you make a change? Hear our prayers. Show us the way.
We bow down….Hear our prayers. Gather us together. Hear our prayers.
We beg of you Jaweh. Hear our prayers. Show Us the way.
We bow down…Hear our prayers. Aren’t we all your children?
Hear our prayers. Spirits
here on earth. Hear our prayers. Show us the way.
We bow down….Hear our prayers–Marching on to heaven. Hear our prayers. Oh my God I believe. Hear our prayers. Show us the way.

JUSTICE

Music and Lyrics by Craig S. Wilson

There ain’t no reason, there’s only evil
When some dude pulls a gun and blows away his people
They say its tragic, I say its hatred,
but by the trial you know the press will make him sacred.

Our lawyers campaign for his civil rights.
What about the other guy who’s in the grave tonight?

Give em justice, Oh give em justice.
Give em justice, Oh give em.

Some blame the projects, some fault the system.
But if we take him out I ask you who will miss him?
Incarcerate him–rehabilitate him!
Well there’s some lonely hearts club ladies who would date him.

The judge will waste our tax to get him tried.
The vigilante wants the bastard fried.

Give em justice, Oh give em justice.
Give em justice, Oh give em.

Guitar Solo

So he gets seven years, with good behavior.
I’ll lay you even odds he turns away his savior.
Cause he’s a sinner, got no religion.
and all the crap he pulled in life was his decision.

But soon he’ll face his day of reckoning.
That’s when the man in red comes beckoning.

Give em justice, Oh give em justice.
Give em justice, Oh give em.

Give em justice, Oh give em justice.
Give em justice, Oh give em…….

THE GAME

Music and Lyrics by Craig S. Wilson

When he was seven he knew all the shows by name.
And the commercials got him started in the GAME
His Christmas wish list was impossible to fill
Greedy little bastard didn’t have to pay the bill.

When he was thirteen all his friends had stereos
To Win the Game he wanted laser videos
First one in the neighborhood had a definite appeal.
Even if his parents had to borrow, beg or steal.

Well the bigger the boys, the bigger the toys.
Infatuation is the thing that destroys.
The bigger the boys, the bigger the toys
And the one who dies with the greatest prize is the
Winner of the GAME

When he was sixteen Daddy bought a brand new car.
He drove the girls around but he never got too far.
His aspirations were for pleasure not for pain.
Hard to see the future when you’re on the gravy train

When he was twenty-one his glory seemed to fade
Flunked out of college ‘cause he didn’t make the grade
Daddy kicked him out the door while Mommy shed a tear
Isn’t life amusing when the goodies disappear.

Well the bigger the boys, the bigger the toys.
Infatuation is the thing that destroys.
The bigger the boys, the bigger the toys
And the one who dies with the greatest prize is the
Winner of the GAME

Now he pays the rent by selling vacuums door to door.
Perhaps you’ve seen him sucking dirt from off the floor.
He looks like a million bucks, has the best that credit buys
Even though he’s bankrupt, he looks great in his disguise.

Well the bigger the boys, the bigger the toys.
Infatuation is the thing that destroys.
The bigger the boys, the bigger the toys
And the one who dies with the greatest prize is the
Winner of the GAME
(Repeat)

Winnie Mae

First Birthday Song 7/9/13
By Craig S Wilson (Big Poppa)

Timeless eyes
Like heavenly skies
You view each day
And find it’s sweet surprise

Uh-Oh Winnie Mae is here
When the day is done don’t you shed a tear
Uh-Oh Winnie Mae its near
You’re well on your way to own the world

Where once you’d crawl
You’re walking tall
Seeking, finding
Girl, you see it all

Uh-Oh Winnie Mae is here
And you’re chasing rainbows with no trace of fear
Uh-Oh Winnie Mae its clear
You’re well on your way to own the world

If thunder clouds should suddenly appear on your horizons
Your castle will withstand the storm
Your kingdom will protect you with a loyal band of subjects
Who’ll wrap you up and keep you warm

Guiltless smile
How you beguile
Enchanted princess
With your loving style

Uh-Oh Winnie Mae is here
In the blink of an eye you gobbled up this year
Uh-Oh Winnie Mae, my dear
You’re well on your way to own the world, girl
You’re well on your way to own the world