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Half Truth (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred




Verse One:
Whenever you only know half of the truth/
And stand strong for it, with every ounce of you/
You run the risk of losing only half of you/
Which will always go down with a part of you/
Ask Poe, he caught his wife in his best friend's home/
Putting her clothes on in the closet alone/
Wait I can explain, it's not what you behold/
She might as well been trying to explain Maths to a stone/
There goes a friendship and a wife out the door/
It felt like life's hit his face with the floor/
He was going for a divorce, for he knows what he saw/
But what is it really that he knows he saw/
A question he asks himself later, after many years have gone/
His wife was changing clothes cause her previous one tore/
Thanks to a car door, and nothing was going on/
He should have gotten the Full Story before making a choice/


Verse Two:
Whenever you only know half of the truth/
And stand strong for it with every ounce of you/
You run the risk of losing only half of you/
Which will always go down with a part of you/
Ask Joey; she was the mother of tubby Tommy/
Who came home crying and calling for Mommy/
Tears ran down his eyes, as his heart beat hurried/
"Mum a kid named Paul just tore my button/
Punched me & took my snacks money at Compton"/
Elementary, he will repeat it next morning/
I'm going to your school to report this injustice/
That the 1st thing I'll do early tomorrow morning/
But Tommy suggests a parent to parent head busting/
They live two blocks away, don't get the whole school talking/
After she goes there and explodes on parent & kid/
The truth points the blame at her little Tommy/


Verse Three:
Whenever you only know half of the truth/
And stand strongly for it with every ounce of you/
You run the risk of losing only half of you/
Which will always go down with a part of you/
Ask yourself, how many times have U acted on something/
Without pausing to look at what is under it/
On top of it and on every single side of it/
It's funny how each perspective throws more light on it/
We must get all the facts, before we choose to act/
Every Story has different sides, U can count on that/
Sometimes we stick to the side we see 1st/
Not recognizing Right ain't always 1st/
So much is gained by the one who's patience/
The prudent is rarely ever seen a Patient/
Of the consequence of a move not made well/
Let he who has sense benefit from her, well/


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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/
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Without Police in America, today/
Your Head and Your Body could be in different States/
One Part in Alabama, The Other part Up-State/
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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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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/
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Occupy the 1 per cent, Hello to Project Eliminate/
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Who needs the Rich to build Rockets to take us to Outer Space/
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Poverty is what this country needs, take wealth away/
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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/
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