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Hearing Voices (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred

Verse One:
Many a time, many voices sing different things/
Like you would never make it out of the streets/
You would never get to see, the reality of your dreams/
Your feets too weak, and your Will's too meek/
No one ever succeeds in the shoes of a geek/
Throw up a gang sign not the sign of peace/
That sign is old skool & a mark of defeat/
But I say NO...!!!, No & No/
U don't know, that I know, I can't go below/
I got the Holy Ghost so I soar above/
I may walk on, but I ain't part of the streets/
I believe in dreams, I believe in reality/
My feet are strong and my Will is God's/
Those who throw up gang signs die like dogs/
I'll rather be a geek than be a jock/
Cause tomorrow we are the ones who'll give them jobs/

Verse Two:
Sometimes I hear voices telling me to touch me/
Visit websites with many naked bodies/
No one would ever know, and it would never show/
In form of S.T.D's that would never go/
But I say No...!!!, No and No/
Jesus Christ would know, so would heavenly hosts/
I will be defying the temple of the Holy Ghost/
A temple God prices above the ark of God/
A temple he bought with his son's own blood/
Should I now betray his love all because of porn/
All because my feelings throb & punch/
I would starve my feelings of its desires & wants/
Masturbation to me has never been fun/
It's a spiral of guilt in which I can get lost/
On a guilt trip from which l may never return/
I will never stop resisting adulterous wants/

Verse Three:
Sometimes I hear voices telling me not to read books/
Can you believe that, how can I stop reading books/
Why! I mean Why!, should I stop reading books/
Books are closer to me than any human ever could/
So I say No...!, No and No/
I will never - ever, ever - ever, stop reading books/
In the Morn, Afternoon, Eve and Noon/
I will read and read, and read more too/
Imagine that silly voice telling me to leave books/
Books and I, are Lovers & She's so cool/
No woman in the world can prove to be a better jewel/
No matter how smart or beautiful she looks/
I would never prefer any girl to books/
I'm 'goo - goo' over fiction it suspends my Oohs!/
Non-Fiction makes me blush as knowledge blooms/
Every new good book makes Benjamin coo/

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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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