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No Matter What You Think (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred



Verse One:
I don't care to think of what people think of me/
I know you've heard such words from other MC'z/
Those MC'z and me are two different things/
I'm definitely not a master of ceremony/
I don't stand on ceremony to blend with everybody/
I stand on the Rock, JC's very body/
Sharing my testimony with the ears of everybody/
My reach can reach with my feet in my calling/
No matter what's ahead, I press, Giving my Best/
Smearing sneers with love, Jesus always comes 1st/
Why rest when Christ's strength is my strength/
I'm going to take the gospel from East to West/
Nothing would stand in my way without getting mashed/
Into a pancake, when my foot hit the earth/
I have no tears, I already wear the champ's belt/
Cause the battle was won when Christ beat death/


Verse Two:
People always want U to be just like 'em/
And that's the reason why they use the word 'Weird'/
They want U to feel odd for being yourself/
And seek comfort in trying to be 'em/
Like God created us to be copies of 'em/
The wise never mind the words of 'em/
Cos the last thing they should be is 'em/
Living in their small world with a biased head/
Any can see they don't understand standing there/
They point and scream, "look there's a freak over there"/
They never want to learn about diversity in the world/
They never want to step out of their little mental box/
So how can their judgements be worthy of thought/
When they all, know not, of what they speak of/
Their malarkey lips are often always ready to sound off/
Their scope has turned their switch of understanding off/



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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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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'…

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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