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Each Day, Every Day (Unreleased Song) - by Alfred

Verse One:
You've always been there like the air when I needed help/
Never been fed-up to respond to my cry for help/
Loyal and True, totally dependable/
My best friend, I'll never replace you/
On your lips dwell the diadem of truth/
I can always trust you with dry or muddy shoes/
No matter the weather, in you I take shelter/
You are the Holy Ghost, you stay close like a sweater/
It gets better, everytime we roll together/
Making my life ascend forever 'n' ever/
You love me greater than I could ever/
Love myself, or anyone else could ever/
I love it when we sit and chat in my room/
Intimate and Cool like bride and bridegroom/
Cheers of joys always waft and bloom/
Words lack the salt to say "I Love You"/

Verse Two:
You counsel me, when I don't know, which way to go/
You cancel things, that seek to cast me to the floor/
You shower me with blessings to overflow/
Over the rainbow, I leap and I glow/
You've made me a wonder, that you're glad to show/
To the whole world to freeze and behold/
Be inspired, and begin to grow/
Before you reap, you must 1st of sow/
You defend me from enemies who love trouble/
You keep me calm till danger busts like a bubble/
You empower me to write novels of you/
I'm not envious cause there's enough of you/
To go around to the world more than double/
I love them too and its all because of you/
To everyone, I just want to say that I love you/

Verse Three:
You strengthen me when my knees buckle from the load/
For certain, when I am weak then am I strong/
Because of you it's impossible for me to fall/
The possibility to fail is not in my nature/
Because of you divinity sips through the wall/
Of my skin cells like acupuncture/
It's impossible for me to get sick/
I don't get sick and I don't get healed/
I don't get suffering, I just get peace/
Get a lot of cheese, cause I always love to read/
I love to sink in your words when you talk to me/
You are my teacher and you know all things/
That's some advantage, unbeatable by nothing/
The Holy Spirit & Me, an unbeatable team/
I love you, Pops, 'n' Jesus; and you know/
My heart belongs to you, for you to take abode/

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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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