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My God & Me (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred



Verse One:
Oh! Lord I love you more than anything else/
I'm so blessed to have U beside my bed/
Although you bestow gold around my neck/
You know, I know, that I don't really know/
What I know is how you make my heart glow/
You're the best lover, one could ever know/
U dusted my conscience so it shines like snow/
What great peace you have made my great heart know/
Like two lovers all alone in a boat that we row/
You draw closer and rub my AFRO/
My body shivers as the anointing FLOWS/
I smile back and hand you a perfect rose/
Of adoration, both hands arose/
The awe of you alone lengthens the pose/
There's none like you in the whole world/
I will never trade your place 4 anything in the world/


Verse Two:
Ever so often I Day Dream of you/
All of beauty hail from your womb/
Words can't express the intense weight upon my chest/
Trying to find the right lines to describe it best/
As far as the East is, from the West/
You distanced insecurities from my nest/
In your chest Oh! Lord my head can rest/
Safe and Secure, from the hatred possessed/
When I slip from your ways, I confess/
You never lacking forgiveness, I confess/
I profess, my love for you in closets/
And house tops too, cause I'm obsessed/
Your hug sends a rush through my blood like shocks/
It's certainly more soothing than a million bucks/
On you I build my house upon a rock/
You are my Boss, and I love to work/


Verse Three:
I'm going to tell the whole world about us/
You've showered me with reasons to stand and fuss/
Each one of your gifts still come with a plus/
You and I stay together for better or worse/
Then again, with you there is no worse/
My life just keeps going forward and up/
Sailing over problems that strengthen us/
Working together as one, on top of the world/
You are the key that opens closed doors/
You are the answer to the questions that knock/
You are the fire, in my hands, as I write hip hop/
This one goes to the Three in One God/
I love you all, and for you all, my hands do work/
And would never be used out, as do chalk/
Dear Holy Spirit, Father & Son/
U are certainly the fairest of all/


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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'…