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You Need A Gentleman (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred

Verse One:
Excuse me Miss, what you need is a Gentleman/
The kinda man who would never ever dare to raise his hand/
The kinda man who would read U poems, but ain't a ladies man/
Though ladies may want, he knows he is strictly your man/
As a real man, he ain't scared of his romantic side/
He'll flood the floor with petals with the room lit by candlelights/
Only your Favs for dinner as you chat under the moonlight/
The kinda man whose vibe is always a smooth ride/
When he gets mad, he never raises his voice like other men/
He's too in love and more sophisticated than the common man/
How can he shout? When U hold his heart in your hand/
He is a Gentleman, so rest assured, U R his only gem/

Verse Two:
It maybe Miss, U've been called a whole lot of things/
But it doesn't mean U are anyone of those things/
It may even be that U have done many wrong things/
But it doesn't mean U should be treated like U nothing/
U deserve a man who would always see something/
Special in Ur eyes, that would make his mind, do front flips/
A man who forgives, without reserve, just like God did/
You need a Jesus - Man, You need a Gentleman/
Not a Lady - Magnet, who calls himself a ladies man/
Living 'n' Dressing, to impress, every Lady's stare/
That is not a real man, U deserve more that/
Don't believe anyone who says U deserve just that/

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Our Boys In Blue - a poem by Alfred

Through Cold or Heat, Through Strength or Pain/
They Carry our Troubles, All Night, All Day/
They Risk their Future, To Keep us Safe/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police, No one would be Safe/
Bodies would paint the Street like Syria Today/
After the West played Chess and won the Game/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
Without Police in America, today/
Your Head and Your Body could be in different States/
One Part in Alabama, The Other part Up-State/
Have you said a Prayer, For a Cop today?/
We owe our Lives to Our Boys In Blue/
They carry the weight of the Red, White, and Blue/
And make it a Nation all Nations come to/
Have you said Thanks, To a Cop today?/

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Rather Than Hate The Rich, Become Rich - a poem by Alfred

Crucify the Rich, Burn them at the Stake/
Punish them for succeeding, where the rest of us has failed/
Their Remote controls the State like the TV channels they made/
Only 1 per cent are safe, 99 per cent are slaves/
Occupy the 1 per cent, Hello to Project Eliminate/
We don't need rich people in the world, walk 'em to their grave/
Like Marie Antoinette, and then We Would Eat Cake/
All Rich People are Evil, Greedy, and Really Vain/
Away with Rich people, Let us dig their graves/
They plan to dig ours, I can see it in their ways/
Who needs the Rich to build Banks, Skyscrapers, and Planes/
Who needs the Rich to build Rockets to take us to Outer Space/
Wealth can't create more jobs than poverty makes/
Poverty is what this country needs, take wealth away/
Destroy the Rich to make the world a better place/
I hate Rich people, even though I work all day/
I'm sure it's no so I could be Rich some day/
And if I get Rich I would give it all away/
Because I hate Riches, I'…

Sunday Morning Blues - a poem by Alfred

The Sun rays slowly crawls through my window/
It kisses my closed eyelids with Gusto/
My eyes roll open like a hand of Ludo/
I stretch Good Morning like I'm practising Judo/
I Growl like a Lion on a half empty stomach/
I praise the God who gave me Life with No Buts/
The Sunday Morning air beats all Pizza Huts/
Fancy trying to put Happiness in a Box/
I Decrease the weight of my cereal box/
Church Bells ring, Christianity Walks/
It's a day we all remember our Christian Walk/
Even radios remember and play Gospel Songs/
I hear no fighting or quarreling behind closed doors/
Yelp, it's Sunday alright, even when it pours/
There's something about Sundays that always oozes joy/
A Day of Rest, A Day of worshipping God/
Sunday Morning Blues stretches beyond the church/
Rejoice in the Lord whether or not you go to church/
But don't forsake Spiritual Growth, you'll grow in Joy/
And the Sunday Morning Blues won't leave Monday Morn'/

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