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Give Me A Book (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred

Verse One:
Give me a book I'm hungry I need to feed/
It's been hours, I feel weak/
Don't think it's some new twist zombie flick/
Maybe it's "the return of the unfed geek"/
Give me a book, let my whole soul leap/
Let ignorance weep as foolishness bleeds/
Let false concepts be uprooted like weeds/
Let the fruit of knowledge bloom from twigs/
On the table of wisdom, none is guilty of greed/
Let your appetite increase with each lick/
Heed not the words of the rabid witch/
Many are the meek, fallen at her feet/
Let not her words quench your passion to read/
Success only seeks those who read/
She's leery of the rest and abhor their feasts/
In spite of their schemes, she always turns and flees/

Verse Two:
Give me a book so I would sit down and read/
Let the words of a novel reach out to me/
Picking me and casting me upon my feet/
In a strange land full of mystery/
Good romance novels are so dreamy/
They make my toes wiggle unconsciously/
Certainly, I often sign with a tingle of relief/
At that special moment at the Finish/
Simple family - stories are just simply golden/
The morals they ensue penetrate and embolden/
It keeps my shoes un-smudged by folly/
Especially those that give God the glory/
Ok! Ok! Think of M.L.K/
Reading books all day in a locked cage/
Words kept him strong coupled with God's grace/
Books are a pathway unto the great/

Verse Three:
Give me a book, Common, give me a book/
Let me swim in words until noon/
Let the thoughts of the ancients spring anew/
Let me learn from both the old and new/
Wisdom calls upon all without pause/
Of course only the smart alter their own course/
Dashing to her like a tiger without claws/
Some look and never find her precious doors/
Even though it stands with a large sign-board/
Thank God, I'm not the absent minded one/
I'm in her mansion asking for more/
Books on the table so I can feast on/
Chew, Chew, Chew; I'm chewing away/
Analyzing data with protons in my brain/
I'm so glad the book I seek finally came/
I hang out with books each day all day/

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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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The Body Inside Your Body Is Not Your Body - a poem by Alfred

They say, every woman has the Right to do what she likes with her body/
But the Body inside your Body is not your body/
A baby is not the Mother, And the Mother is not the baby/
A Bentley is not the Driver, And the Driver is not the Bentley/
Your baby is not you, It's just Parked in your Body/
But if your Baby is your body, Why Abort your own body/
Let's not rename Murder, in other to commit Murder/
Let's not rename Genocide, and call it Parental Planning/
Or Planned Parenthood or Family Planning/
What kind of Parental Plan suggests killing the family?/
How can you be Pro-Choice by robbing the baby's choice?/
The decision to Live or Die belongs to the Life involved/
How dare you choose Death without hearing the Baby's voice/
The Pro-Choice movement is Anti-Choice/

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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'…