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PG 13 (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred

Verse One:
It ain't funny to see what eyes wish 2 disbelieve/
Little kids peeping on things they should never see/
Drinking in the fill of mass immorality/
Confiscating thoughts of images with nudity/
Web-Vid feeds is,   SA-TIS-FAC-TORY/
Especially when it's from the devil's factory/
Books!, what losers do in their mentality/
Totally a bore, except their precious fantasy/
It can be anything, but not educative/
Contemplating, meditating is called straining/
Their brain muscles which are adverse to training/
Lovers of playing and haters of taking/
Time out to plan for future mazes/
Youngsters never see time is actually on the run/
They think they got youth so they'll always catch up/
A classic mistake, time should have taught all/

Verse Two:
Kids 'R doing things they shouldn't know exist/
Taking leads from tips in dirty magazines/
They would only read, if it speaks of nasty things/
School books 2 them, ain't fun 2 read/
Then again the schools make condoms free/
So kids could do more than kiss when they sit on trees/
Look it's Mary & John sitting in a tree/
K - I - S - S - I - N - G/
Look - Look, Mary's tummy's     gotten BIG!/
Lets just call it teenage pregnancy/
But everyone is scared, the truth is feared/
Your world is a product of how you made your bed/
The bed-bugs that spread beneath the bed-spread/
Are guests to 'em who invited and welcomed them/
They goin' bite with strength till there's nothing left/
Of society's soul but who would know/

Verse Three:
We need to stop the kids from watching shows/
That show, Show - Girls, putting on a show/
It's a crime 2 'em to actually put on clothes/
They attack those who say, it shouldn't be so/
Too blind to see whose interest they hold/
Porno, hard like rock or soft as slows/
Are both dangerous & damaging 2 Souls/
Inside her bag lyes many destroyed homes/
Murdered folks, stoned folks and prison folks/
All because of her very solid hold/
Escape while you can still say NO!/
Don't listen when she says, "No! don't go"/
Cos we need to stand together and fight this foe/
Who seeks to fill our kids with pics of nude folks/
Business folks make dough so they fighting to/
Get every kid in the world addicted to porno/

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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'…