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Boom Boom Bam (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred



Verse One:
Yo! , I know, you know, I'm so in love with hip hop/
But what you don't know is, I don't listen to hip hop/
Stopped around '03, Still rocked the T-Tops/
When Jesus became Bro and God became Pops/
After years stumbled and clicked on a show/
That showcases the best in gospel hip hop for sho/
It was a joy, to find MC'z, who didn't curse/
Of cause, they all Topz, and always on course/
The kind of rappers, U could take Ur kids to their tour/
The kind of rappers, that don't call women the 'B' word/
Mainstream hip hop, rain women, with filthy words/
No wonder I actually stopped listening to hip hop/
But later got touched, by gospel hip hop/
Stumbled upon books, so I pick up, and read up/
I've almost abandoned my once dear hip hop/
But I've still got my pen, so I still write hip hop/


Verse Two:
I don't think I should be called a hip hop fan/
I don't even know what's new and fad/
I no longer care about sneaks & baggie jeans/
I don't even care about which car U see me in/
People change, sometimes they don't seem the same/
If you told me years ago, one day I'll change/
One day I would love to read good books and pray/
Buy sermons that waft thru my window plain/
I will laugh & laugh & say you are insane/
But cos of Jesus today, I don't curse again/
Look at me, I am secular music free/
No parental advisory lyes on any CD/
Around me, cos I love to keep my head clean/
Dirty music is bound to lead to dirty thoughts/
To a dirty choice then comes a dirty action/
All because U wanted some of the music in fashion/ 



Verse Three:
I'm not really really into gospel hip hop/
They come across as the other angle of secular stuff/
Most talk about leaving gangs, drugs & stuff/
Truth is I don't even want hear that kinda stuff/
When U talk about leaving evil, you are talking about evil/
But when you talk about good, you ain't yapping 'bout evil/
I rather talk about God's love & whats more/
I prefer reading books than listening to hip hop/
As my own Boss I can afford to tell the truth/
And not be worried about what some Music Exec would do/
Ain't nobody forcing me to curse in my tunes/
I don't care how it would make sales volumes look/
I'm free at last, to be true & feel the Blues/
With the gospel moving thru my lyrical shoes/
I try to hope, I won't put my pen down soon/
And did I mention, I love to write novels too/


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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/
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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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