By: Cedric McClester

Where the hell
Should I begin
She’s ugly
As homemade sin
Though she used to be
A man among men
But that was
Way back when

What in tarnation
Can I say
She threw her wife
And kids away
Cos she felt like
A woman okay
But that was
Yesterday

Now I’m not tryin’
To be cruel
But to confuse her for  a woman
I’d have to be a fool
Though what I’m saying
Might not be cool
It’s high time that she
Be taken to school

She’s six feet
Two inches then some
Even with makeup
She looks dumb
Though she might be attractive
To some
She’s confused for a woman
By none












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By: Cedric McClester

America has an aversion
To the truth
To which she has always
Been aloof
The fight against
Critical race theory is the proof
Just ask indigenous people
And become a sleuth

We’re so busy trying to be
Politically correct
Which isn’t as innocuous
As one might suspect
That sometimes it bogs
The intellect
Which on the surface
One might not detect  

Students are being
Lulled to sleep
By being discouraged to
Dig too deep
When it comes to true history
That can keep
If it makes some feel guilty
Enough to weep

We have nothing to fear
But fear itself
The truth will free us
Like nothing else
The whip *******’s whip
Might produce welts
The scars of which
Hardly ever melts


















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By: Cedric McClester

He didn’t win,
“So they say”
What constitutes a win
Anyway?
She got 60 percent of the vote
But then hey
I think he sued her
Just yesterday

How can she win
If he won’t concede?
She’ll be sworn in anyway
I hope he takes heed
Declaring victory
Doesn’t make him a victor
And the Supreme Court
Won’t be his interdictor

Election lying is
The new paradigm
Republicans use
Who commit that crime
Though it hasn’t worked
None of the  time
Yet that doesn’t stop ‘em
From hitting rewind

See they don’t believe
In the ballot box
Nor do they believe
In bagels and lox
And you can’t engage them
In rational talks
They’re more inclined
To do what shocks













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By: Cedric McClester

A robbery with
Few words said
Now their daughter
Lies there dead
From a bullet wound
To her head
Mortally wounded
Is how she bled

It was Burger King
On 116th and Lex’
After rounding up
The usual suspects
Caught on camera
So you were next
Facing the charges
One expects

Robbery
And ****** 2
All the evidence
Points back to you
Cos the police had
More than one clue
Now your life on the outside
Is all but through

Flowers and candles
Line the front
Of where you pulled
Your tragic stunt
More than police
Joined in the hunt
You deserve what you get
Just to be blunt













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By: Cedric McClester

I often ask myself why
Did Tupac and Biggie havta die?
Or when it comes to either guy
Did the law oƒ karma apply?
Time has long since evolved
And neither ****** has been solved
So no one can be absolved
Of not having been involved

Tupac and Biggie are history
But they’re an ongoing mystery
Though their relationship was blistery
They’re not worthy of a consistory
But many of us still morn
The fact that they both are gone
And though our hearts are torn
We’ve been forced to just move on

Tupac and Biggie were friends
Who came to bitter ends
Both were guilty of their own sins
And they fell like candlepins
They were masters of the rap game
Who one time or another lit the flame
That’s not to say they were the same
But they both achieved their own acclaim

Tupac and Biggie waged a war
The likes of which we’d never seen before
Between the West and East coasts for sure
But one that we couldn’t ignore
Both met tragic ends
When they became erstwhile friends
And battled like shirts and skins
In a contest in which no one side wins


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By: Cedric McClester

Flowers at their doorstep
Cards of sympathy
In recognition of a loss
That didn’t have to be
We’ve seen this movie played out
A million times before
It always ends the same way
They’re carried out the door

Flowers at their doorstep
Cards of sympathy
Their bittersweet endings
Stay in our memory
Was it their addictions
That they could not control
Or the money they received
From the records bought and sold?

Flowers at their doorstep
Cards of sympathy
But it’s the wasted talent
That becomes their legacy
Flowers at their doorstep
Cards of sympathy
Now that it’s too late
They’re where they wanna be

Flowers at their doorstep
Cards of sympathy
In recognition of a loss
That didn’t have to be
We’ve seen this movie played out
A million times before
It always ends the same way
They’re carried out the door










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