By: Cedric McClester

I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
People tend to judge me
By the things I say
I’m a product of my environment
You hear the “N” word eveyday
So I understand their sentiment
When their judgment comes into play

I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
Cuz they don’t know my heart
But they can hear what I say
And sometimes it is offensive
That much I will admit
Why anyone close would tape me
Is what I really don’t get


I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
If it was your daughter’s boyfriend
I wonder what you would say
Now I’m not justifying
The word I chose to use
But let’s not pretend
That I haven’t paid my dues


I don’t have a racist bone in my body
But I’m called a racist anyway
And I have an image to protect
That I guess I’ve thrown away
Now my adoring public
Will no doubt make me pay
So believe me when I say I’m sorry
What else can I say








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By: Cedric McClester

It was because of the uniform
Somebody said
That he shot fifteen bullets
Into his back and head
Though it didn’t take that many
For him to be dead
Now cops everywhere
Are seeing red

He was proud of the uniform
That he wore everyday
Which wasn’t an excuse
To take him away
There’s no doubt about it
That he’ll have to pay
But it still doesn’t justify
Killing him anyway

Needless to say
I too am upset
With how callous today
People can get
See an eye for an eye
Will lead to regret
And blindness will not
Repay the debt

Like many of us
Often do
He had a wife
And children too
Now they find themselves
Alone and blue
Looking for answers
“Cos they have no clue

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By: Cedric McClester

This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin'
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

There’s nothin that you’re doin
That they don’t know
Besides they’ve even got you
On video
And snitches that’ll tell ‘em
All they need to know
So if you ain’t aware
Then you must be slow
There are fewer secrets
Out on the street
Then you’re likely to find cops
Walkin' a beat
If it becomes necessary
I’ll repeat
Must I still hip you (to the game)
They already know your government name

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

****** always tryin to be
So secretive
Do ya really think
They don’t know where you live
Even what you carry
A gat or shiv
See they also know
What you’re about
And who receives the packages
That you give out
And just in case you still have any doubt
They’ll put a tail on you
Via the usual route
So don’t go thinkin
Cos they call you *****
Your government name is hard for them to figure

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

See if it takes me spittin
A hot sixteen
For y’all to understand
Exactly what I mean
I’m prepared to do it
Cos I’m very keen
On avoidin all the *******
That I’ve seen
I know you have identities
You’d like to protect
And I’m not comin at cha
With disrespect
But if you think a street name
If some kinda shield
It’s high time that the truth
Of the matter be reveiled

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

If ya used a celly
Or a land-line phone
Then you need to know
That you weren’t alone
And if you’ve ever e-mailed
Anyone
Forgiddaboutit
Cos tha damage is already done
Today they have cameras (everywhere)
There’s eyes (up in the skies)
That you need to fear
Zeroed in on you (with a constant stare)
So don’t start pointin figures
Or start placin blame
Because the government
Always knew your name

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

I call ya by the names
That your mama gave ya
You’re crazy if ya think
That’s how popo made ya
Cos they already knew
Who you were and (where you hanged)
They even knew the (names and numbers)
Of the chicks you banged
So you may think what you’re doin
Is really on the low
But that only goes to show
You don’t really know
I guess that’s why people say
Ignorance is bliss
Though that applies to a lot of things
It certainly does to this

Yeah I hear you
But just the same
I prefer you don’t call me
By my government name

This is for my ******
Who might need some schoolin'
With their different street names
Who y’all foolin
It’s high time
That you peep it
Your government names
Ain’t no secret
What’s the point of having one anyway
Who you think invented (AKA)
They can capture you
From a satellite
Doin it under the covers
In the dead of night
Identifyin who is no mystery
They’ve got files on you full of history

By: Cedric McClester

To make America great again
Presupposes it isn’t when
Suggesting it’s not could offend
Those who think it is (amen!)
They pillory Hillary though her goal
Is only to make America whole
It’s fragmented now I’ve been told
As ever increasingly hearts are cold

Though some might think it’s a tad rad
To say America’s not doing that bad
Let’s count our blessing and be glad
That we have the President that we have
He single handedly brought us back
From a damaged economy that’s a fact
Although he is constantly under attack
That’s probably due to him being black

How can greatness come from a man
Who walks around with a sprayed on tan
And says he can do what only God can
Without even having to hatch a plan
To lots of people he makes perfect sense
But it’s usually at their intellect’s expense
Although it will all come out in the rinse
Some of ‘em seem to be so intense



















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By: Cedric McClester

I think their skin is thin
When it comes to Mexicans
And their immigration status
Though Cubans can come here gratis
They’re among the baddest
When it comes to having compassion
They act like compassion's old fashion
And so they’re continuously bashing

Others who want to come here
For the same reasons they hold dear
See the Green Card was a gift
For those from the Mariel boat lift
Though they were among Cuba’s worst
They got a path road to citizenship first
While law abiding Haitians were kept out
Tell me what was that all about?

Some want to send them all back
Like a matter of white and black
To the places that they come from
Even if that notion is real dumb
I think they’re talking out of their ***
Cuz who’s gonna cut their grass
Or watch their children night and day
If we take them all away

There are other beside them ya know
They might want to encourage to go
But nine times out of ten you’ll find
That never crosses their mind
So they can go ahead and build their wall
Make it ten or fifteen feet tall
But remember we’re all on the land
Of the indigenous forgotten Red man!










      
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By: Cedric McClester

It’s a **** shame
No it’s absurd
How the gentry
Are changing Williamsburg
And if you need
The concrete proof
They’ve raised the rents
Right through the roof

I dream of Williamsburg of old
The one only my memory holds
And it’s for this I shed a tear
The Williamsburg of yesteryear

The indigenous people of course
Were first
In time it became
More ethnically diverse
And then an enclave
For artists and the arts
With dirt cheap rents
In certain parts

I dream of Williamsburg of old
The one only my memory holds
And it’s for this I shed a tear
The Williamsburg of yesteryear

Everything changes with time
Except the memories in the mind
The Williamsburg I knew and loved
Is the Williamsburg I always think of

Artists held a funeral
I here tell
And sounded off
The last death knell
They gave Williamsburg
Their sad goodbyes
And wiped the tears
Away from their eyes

Everything changes with time
Except the memories in the mind
The Williamsburg I knew and loved
Is the Williamsburg I always think of

I dream of Williamsburg of old
The one only my memory holds
And it’s for this I shed a tear
The Williamsburg of yesteryear
I dream of Williamsburg of old
The one only my memory holds
And it’s for this I shed a tear
The Williamsburg of yesteryear
I dream of Williamsburg of old
The one only my memory holds



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By: Cedric McClester

Bitter or better
It’s my choice you see
I’ve been bitter so long
But where’d that get me
It didn’t make me happy
I have to confess
So I’m trying to be better
I’m doing my best

Bitter or better
Is a matter of choice
And I’ve made mine
So I’m raising my voice
Bitter always left me
With eyes that were moist
So I’m opting for better
As an alternate choice

Bitter or better
Take it from me
You can choose which one
You wanna be
Maybe you can’t forget
But can you forgive
Because being bitter
Ain't no way to live

Bitter or better
Is a matter of choice
And I’ve made mine
So I’m raising my voice
Bitter always left me
With eyes that were moist
So I’m opting for better
As an alternate choice

Bitter or better
Are alternate states
Bitter can have you carrying weights
Better wins hands down in debates
And it doesn’t require as many crates

Bitter or better
Is a matter of choice
And I’ve made mine
So I’m raising my voice
Bitter always left me
With eyes that were moist
So I’m opting for better
As an alternate choice

Bitter or better
As the case might be
Which one do you choose
You know about me
It’s your decision
So which it will be
Is it gonna be the devil
Or the deep blue sea

Bitter or better
Is a matter of choice
And I’ve made mine
So I’m raising my voice
Bitter always left me
With eyes that were moist
So I’m opting for better
As an alternate choice




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By: Cedric McClester

Cigarettes coffee and my radio
An egg fried over easy
On wheat toast to go
Before I face the morning rush
The fender benders and the crush
Of traffic patterns gone quite bad
And people who appear quite mad

Now you can say what you will
But it takes patience and some skill
To ride the highways of this land
I wonder if you understand

I’m on the road from dawn to dusk
And sometimes there’s the smell of must
Underneath my arms from sweat
But I’m still driving
Ain’t stopped yet
So pardon me if I’m defensive
About the fact I smell offensive

Now you can say what you will
But it takes patience and some skill
To ride the highways of this land
I wonder if you understand

One day I know I’ll pack it in
And talk about places I’ve been
And all the things that I’ve seen
From Seattle to Abilene
But right now I’m on the move
It’s time for me to show and prove

Now you can say what you will
But it takes patience and some skill
To ride the highways of this land
I wonder if you understand


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By: Cedric McClester

This is for Bartee
Who's in heaven hopefully
Dropping pearls of wisdom
Like only he could give 'em

When people started buggin'
He advocated huggin'
More huggin' less muggin' he said
Now he's dead

For him it was essential
To use his poet-tential
And everybody knew
He always had a poem or two

This is for Bartee, who inspired me
This is for Bartee
Who will always be a living memory
The D-Train poet, who could really flow it
This is for Bartee, who lives inside of me



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By: Cedric McClester

Some will sell you out
For a dollar
Some will sell you out
For free
Some will sell you out
For the hell of it
Cuz they hate themselves
Ya see

She said we don’t need
A month for Black History
And we don’t need channels
Like BET
Simply American
Is what we should be
Wish that were the way
That they treated me

Some will sell you out
For a dollar
Some will sell you out
For free
Some will sell you out
For the hell of it
Cuz they hate themselves
Ya see

There shouldn’t be
An N double A CP Image Awards
Because according to her
That only affords
Black people honors
While whites get ignored
Which isn’t the case
She can rest well assured

I’d like to believe
My country is for me
What the song says it is
Sweet land of liberty
But it hasn’t been
Far as I can see
Everything that
It's been cracked up to be

We’re all just Americans
I wish that were true
What about proud Italians
And the Irish too
Who have days of pride
That  she says we should eschew
Which clearly illustrates
She doesn’t have a clue

Some will sell you out
For a dollar
Some will sell you out
For free
Some will sell you out
For the hell of it
Cuz they hate themselves
Ya see




































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By: Cedric McClester

I’ll readily admit
I had to give to get
My life back on track
People that’s a fact
I gave up my old ways
From my thugging days
I found a better way
And so you’ll hear me say

I’m guilty by association
He gave me motivation
To picx myself up off the ground
And turn my life around

Hell was looming large
So I answered the charge
Guilty by association
Now I’m free from degradation
And the company I keep
Is heavenly and deep

I’m guilty by association
He gave me motivation
To picx myself up off the ground
And turn my life around

Arrest me on suspicion
I won’t change my position
I’m guilty by association
That’s my charge and motivation
And I’m ready for my sentence
Cause I’ve given my repentance

I’m guilty by association
He gave me motivation
To picx myself up off the ground
And turn my life around

My ascent was so steep
Cause the company I keep
Isn’t of the human kind
It’s anointed and devine
And I accept the invitation
Guilty by association
And I have no regrets
He’s paid all my debts

I’m guilty by association
He gave me motivation
To picx myself up off the ground
And turn my life around

Arrest me on suspicion
I won’t change my position
I’m guilty by association
That’s my charge and motivation
And I’m ready for my sentence
Cause I’ve given my repentance

I’ll readily admit
I had to give to get
My life is back on track
People that’s a fact
I gave up my old ways
From my thugging days
I  found a better way
And so you’ll hear me say

Arrest me on suspicion
I won’t change my position
I’m guilty by association
That’s my charge and motivation
And I’m ready for my sentence
Cause I’ve given my repentance





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By: Cedric McClester

When ***** changed
From noun to verb
And it invaded
The suburbs
That’s when
The thought occurred
For us to say
My word!

Much to
Our despair
Now that
The problem’s here
It’s becoming
Crystal clear
We have reason
To fear

It’s not just them
It’s us
The police
Could come to bust
So we’re convinced
We must
Change our focus
And ******

Our children need
Our hugs
We’ve lost the war
On drugs
It’s no longer
Just them thugs
And perhaps
That’s what most bugs














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By: Cedric McClester

Diabetes high blood pressure
Don’t cha let either one getcha
Heart attack bring out a stretcher
Catch a stroke and then I betcha
You’ll begin to exercise
And try to diet if you’re wise
It only takes some discipline
To get out the fix we’re in

Come on fam' get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways too numerous to mention
Now do I have your attention

Tell me what you wanna be
I’ll bet it’s not an amputee
Who’s going blind but don’tcha see
That’s diabetes’ history
And I hate to bust your bubble
It might lead to kidney trouble
And your liver has no double
Once you’ve turned it into rubble

Come on fam get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways that I soon shall mention
Now do I have your attention

Tell me fam’ what will it be
I don’t know so you tell me
This deadly cycle has to end
Wonder when it will begin
Now’s the time this is the hour
Cos the solution’s in our power

Come on fam' get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways that I soon shall mention
Now do I have your attention

Death has such finality
But that’s where you could be
If you don’t follow me
And try to change your destiny
Death is just the bottom line
You had best keep that in mind
When you sit down to dine
Avoid all foods that are refined

Come on fam' get serious
These things mostly affect us
In ways that I soon shall mention
Now do I have your attention

Tell me fam’ what will it be
I don’t know so you tell me
This deadly cycle has to end
Wonder when it will begin
Now’s the time this is the hour
Cos the solution’s in our power

Diabetes high blood pressure
Don’t cha let either one getcha
Heart attack bring out a stretcher
Catch a stroke and then I betcha
You’ll begin to exercise



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By:  Cedric McClester

You’re no Thomas Edison
Kanye take your medicine
That will make you reticent
And hopefully you’ll jettison
Sayin’ slavery was a choice
You’re no modern day Dubois
Why’d you give that notion voice?
You’re just making lots of noise

Black folks got their feelings hurt
Because you made ‘em feel like dirt
Too bad you were not inert
Instead of being so **** curt
Stop saying the first thing in your head
Give some thought to it instead
Then review the things you said
Before you have us seeing red

Why do you pontificate?
Better if you chose to wait
Then to come out and state
Things we’re sure to debate
You’re not adept at history
And that’s no great big mystery
So why do you do this, you see
When the results are blistery

If your thoughts are in a rush
What comes out your mouth is mush
You’d do better just to hush
Than to make black people blush
Though I accept your apology
But you offended more than me
Which may be hard for you to see
Yet contrition is the key








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By: Cedric McClester

Hatred decked out
In free speech finery
Isn’t opaque
It’s clearly binary
Give us a break
‘Cos we can see
How it’s directed
At you and me

On the surface
Hatred would appear
To have an objective
That's not very clear
To anyone other than
Those who might share
In the ultimate goal
Of its puppeteers

By another name
Like free speech
It's hatred no less
Listen while I teach
Because it's a game
That must be impeached
By those who'll make the claim
That it’s only free speech

Hatred is subterfuge
Which is implicated
By how it is used
It's easy for us
To become confused
But it's still a tactic
That's often abused
Think of it as a convenient ruse

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By: Cedric McClester

Race is just a subterfuge
That certain people use
To have us at each other’s throats
While keeping us confused
God made us different races
Colors shades and hues
But race shouldn’t really matter
Unless it shapes our views

If race is the big divide
Then someone must have lied
When rationality is applied
The facts can’t be denied

Some promote the view
They're better than me and you
Because of the color of their skin
And they also believe this too
Despite their circumstances
They're the chosen few
When in actuality
None of that is true

If race is the big divide
Then someone must have lied
When rationality is applied
The facts can’t be denied

Who said that you’re better than
Another woman or a man
Based on which of you is tan
Or born with less melanin

If race is the big divide
Then someone must have lied
When rationality is applied
The facts can’t be denied

It’s a diabolical scheme
As strange as that may seem
To keep us all preoccupied
Few get to live their dream
While the rest of us fight
We’re never gonna see the cream
And that’s perfectly alright
By those who rule supreme

If race is the big divide
Then someone must have lied
When rationality is applied
The facts can’t be denied

Race is just a subterfuge
That certain people use
To have us at each other’s throats
While keeping us confused
God made us different races
Colors shades and hues
But race shouldn’t really matter
Unless it shapes our views

If race is the big divide
Then someone must have lied
When rationality is applied
The facts can’t be denied
(Repeat chorus 2xs then fade)



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By: Cedric McClester

I’ve been around the bend before
Hung out at the bar to score
I was rotten to the core
But I don’t do that anymore
That was in my past life
Before my kids and wife
Back then you couldn’t tell me
That I was the marrying type

I’ve been a sinner and deceiver
A charlatan now I’m a believer
See I never did conceive her
Comin’ in my life
Never thought she’d be my wife

Given my past and my history
Which was a little blistery
To some I’m still a mystery
And all the girls I’ve kissed ya see
I was rotten to the core
But I don’t do that anymore
That was in my past life
Before my kids and wife

I’ve been a sinner and deceiver
A charlatan now I’m a believer
See I never did conceive her
Comin’ in my life
Never thought she’d be my wife

Lord knows the girl was patient
She waited for my transformation
Though I’d backslide on occasion
She was still my soul’s salvation

It’s amazing that you’d ask
Do I miss my sordid past
Back when I lived too fast
And thought it was a blast
I was rotten to the core
But I don’t do that anymore
That was in my past life
Before my kids and wife

I’ve been a sinner and deceiver
A charlatan now I’m a believer
See I never did conceive her
Comin’ in my life
Never thought she’d be my wife



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By: Cedric McClester

Those plain clothes cops
Won’t admit
That they wronged the Mail Man
They almost hit
Was he disorderly
Perhaps a little bit
But wouldn’t you be
If you almost was it

What’s the point
In wearing plain clothes
Acting undercover
If everyone knows
That you’re the cops
Well let’s just suppose
That they don’t know
The profession you chose

The cops were aggressive as the video shows
Now that it went viral
Almost everyone knows
Then they rear-ended another car
Which sent the prisoner flying
So there you are
But clearly they didn’t give a ****
They didn’t even bother to secure his truck

What’s the point
In wearing plain clothes
Acting undercover
If everyone knows
That you’re the cops
Well let’s just suppose
That they don’t know
The profession you chose

It was abuse of power
But the Mail Man was charged
With disorderly conduct
Which was a mirage
The facts of the matter
Are as plain as day
He shouldn’t have been arrested
But he was anyway

There was a time
They said they ruled the night
But Amadou Diallo
Was a gruesome sight
They haven’t lost that swag
And that ain’t right

What’s the point
In wearing plain clothes
Acting undercover
If everyone knows
That you’re the cops
Well let’s just suppose
That they don’t know
The profession you chose





















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By: Cedric McClester

Yesterday, today
And tomorrow
Through finger pointing
Recriminations and sorrow
There’s little else
On which to borrow
Other than pretending
At trying to be thorough

Just who do they
Think they fool
By invoking
Congressional rule
Using oversight
As a weapon or tool
While grandstanding
And being cruel

After eleven hours
Of having been grilled
Their objectives
Still haven’t been filled
No blood on the floor
Has been spilled
‘Cos the witness
Just answered and chilled

Clearly she’s much wiser
And older
She brushed their accusations
Right off of her shoulder
As their questions
Got hotter not colder
She dug her heels in
Like a soldier




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BY: Cedric McClester

While the internet entices
Those making sacrifices
For Boco Haram or ISIS
Whose platforms are divisive
Here’s what my advice is
Stop cutting heads in slices
While rolling out the dices
Which makes you not the nicest
Saying it’s all in Islam’s name
When you practice to defame
Every prophet who ever came
You’re only poppin’ game
Cos’ their message was real plain
It’s really not hard to understand
Men can’t do what only God can

There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****
He’s the only Khalifah
That I know there is
You can’t build a Khalifate
Solely based on hate
So let me restate
(well here it is)
There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****

You have to be mad
Or Michael Jackson bad
To declare world-wide jihad
I find it a tad rad
And it really is quite sad
But you’re making Shaytan glad
He’s got you living at his pad
So never mind Riyadh
Of course Asad’s got your back
Inside of Syria and in Iraq
You’ve made a devil’s pact
I know this for a fact
So as you plan your next attack
What will be your third act
And whose head next you gonna wack

There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****
He’s the only Khalifah
That I know there is
You can’t build a Khalifate
Solely based on hate
So let me restate
(well here it is)
There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****

Just like Teena said
I’m talking square biz
There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****
So you need to tell me now
What the **** gives
With you deciding who dies
Or who the hell lives

Allahu Akbar it’s the final test
As another jihadi with a suicide vest
Blows himself and others up
Like you might have guessed
Hoping for the paradise
That his leaders stressed
His picture will be shrouded
Nevertheless
See he never gave it more
Than just a casual look
So he’s hasn’t read the words
Inside his Holy Book
Which explains why he’s a pawn
Instead of a rook
And an internet suggestion was all it took

There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****
He’s the only Khalifah
That I know there is
You can’t build a Khalifate
Solely based on hate
So let me restate
(well here it is)
There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****

The ******* Taliban
In Peshawar Pakistan
Had the upper hand
And carried out their plan
To ****** like the ****
Although it’s clearly banned
By several ayats in the Qu’ran
They don’t seem to understand
They’re no fans of education
But how do you build a nation
If your sole vocation
Is suicide and assassination
Now the whole world’s losing patience
With the latest allegations
Wondering what’s their motivations

There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****
He’s the only Khalifah
That I know there is
You can’t build a Khalifate
Solely based on hate
So let me restate
(well here it is)
There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****

They say that Islam is
The religion of peace
Before they blow themselves up
And the madness doesn’t cease
Like someone just released
A heard of savage beasts
And I’m not just talkin’ ‘bout
In the Middle East
Over in Australia a self-made Imam
Showed us just how much
He didn’t give a ****
By taking hostages at gunpoint
Without a demand
After having had
A thirteen hour news span

There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****
He’s the only Khalifah
That I know there is
You can’t build a Khalifate
Only based on hate
So let me restate
(well here it is)
There’s only one Khalifah
And his name is ****

While the internet entices
Those making sacrifices
For Boco Haram or ISIS
Whose platforms are divisive
Here’s what my advice is
Stop cutting heads in slices
While rolling out the dices
Which makes you not the nicest
Saying it’s all in Islam’s name
When you practice to defame
Every prophet who ever came
You’re only poppin’ game
Cos’ their message was real plain
It’s really not hard to understand
Men can’t do what only God can




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By: Cedric McClester

What’s happened to the neighborhood
They say it’s gone from bad to good
And if it has then knock on wood
Cos some folks thought it never could
Change the profile that it had
And become the latest fad
But in a sense it’s kinda sad
That now we can’t afford a pad

Remember when the neighborhood
Was where we fled from if we could
We should have stayed right where we stood
Cos now that real-estate is good

It’s as inevitable as it’s strange
The only constant is the change
That witnesses things rearrange
In neighborhoods that ran the range
Of urban ghettos caught up in blight
That once inspired suburban flight
Whether that was wrong or right
Squarely lies in the beholder’s sight

Remember when the neighborhood
Was where we fled from if we could
We should have stayed right where we stood
Cos now that real-estate is good

The politicians must have lied
As the will of the people was defied
And mom and pop stores slowly died
While neighborhoods have gentrified

Remember when the neighborhood
Was where we fled from if we could
We should have stayed right where we stood
Cos now that real-estate is good

They’ve now confirmed our worst fears
Today nobody stops and stares
At those urban pioneers
Who’ve infiltrated everywheres
Now it isn’t based on race
Which in the past was the case
The economics has replaced
Past issues that were at the base

The politicians must have lied
As the will of the people was defied
And mom and pop stores slowly died
While neighborhoods have gentrified

Remember when the neighborhood
Was where we fled from if we could
We should have stayed right where we stood
Cos now that real-estate is good

What’s happened to the neighborhood
They say it’s gone from bad to good
And if it has then knock on wood
Cos some folks thought it never could
Change the profile that it had
And become the latest fad
But in a sense it’s kinda sad
That now we can’t afford a pad




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By: Cedric McClester

It cut like
Pieces of glass
In my throat
Those words
Contained in a note
Left on the mantle place
That she wrote
And everything she said I can quote

It cut like pieces of glass
In my throat
Words she didn’t have
The nerve to emote
Things I know she knew
Would rock my boat
She left nothing to cling to
Or keep me afloat

It cut like
Pieces of glass
In my throat
Her words
Made me into
Her scapegoat
Someone who was
Merely a footnote

I can’t be
More graphic
Than that
She left me
In no time flat
And I feel used9
Just like an old doormat
And that's exactly where it’s at

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By: Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2017

Am I dating myself
With these words out my mouth?
See, I remember a time
When we flashed the peace sign
And called one another
Sister and brother
Seems we’ve gone sour
On acquiring black power
And black on black crime
Is the new paradigm
When we look in the mirror
It becomes much more clearer
That we hate what we see
Although that shouldn’t be
Remember freedom marches
Before the golden arches

Then ****** entered in
And we start popin’ our skin
Before we shot it straight into our veins
Which probably explains
Why we regressed
Long before the present opioid mess
It was ****** first,
But then it got worst
So let me take you back
To the era of crack
When a nickel or dime
Could trigger a crime
And what really hurt you
Is the women who lost their virtue
But I’m not absolving the men
Who’d engage in all kinds of sin

I remember gangster rap
And how that set the trap
Which brought the stress and strife
From tryna live that gangster life
Then the East Coast West Coast war
That didn’t exist before
Remember when Biggie and Tupac were friends?
Instead of how their story ends
They’ire a classic group today
But I remember when NWA
Used to pull out all stops
When they sang **** the cops
And chronicled their lives
Called their girlfriends and their wives
All kinds of ******* and ******
Then would dance down on all fours

Now let me bring you up to date
Would it be wrong for me to state?
When it was our problem alone
It was the prisons we were shown
There was little sympathy don’t cha see
When it  was just you and me
Who said they had a problem
There were few out there to solve ‘em
But opioids are everywhere
And it’s a disease now, so I hear
That crosses all socio-economic lines
Now there are many telltale signs
It’s now called an opioid disorder
Past the inner city border
And the word is harm reduction
Instead of out and out destruction






















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By: Cedric McClester

Is it fact, or fiction?
Or just his predilection
For causing so much friction
Before his contradiction
How easily he lies
Now, he wouldn’t be surprised
If Russia actually did it
Though it took time to admit it.

We listened and were patient
Despite our aggravation
To his strange explanation
As he addressed a nation
That is used to his pedantics
But weary of his antics
Of blaming mere semantics
Like he is on some Chantix

Of course that’s a joke
I know he doesn’t smoke
Though he drinks lots of Coke
More than the average bloke
And do not ask me why?
We can count on him to lie
While attempting to deny
By way of alibi

In search of a reason
Was it weakness? Was it treason?
That led to his malfeasance
Which one should get credence?
The jury is still out,
But NO COLLUSION! he’ll still shout
Though there is little doubt
As to what it’s all about


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By: Cedric McClester

Leningrad Lindsey
And Moscow Mitch
One’s a chameleon
The other a-*****
It’s hard to figure out
Which one is which
They both have a tendency
To position switch

Leningrad Lindsey
And Moscow Mitch
Make a hell of a pair
You must admit
One’s been enchanted
The other has a glitch
But both ‘em tend to
Favor the rich

Leningrad Lindsey
And Moscow Mitch
Speak in unison
In perfect pitch
On behalf of the interests
They hope to enrich
With a snake oil like
Smooth sales pitch

Leningrad Lindsey
And Moscow Mitch
Are enough together
To give you barber’s itch
Call me what cha wanna
Even a snitch
But they’re both on a wagon
Without a hitch













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By: Cedric McClester

Avarice and greed
Has nothing to do with need
So it’s to deaf ears we plead
Cos they ain’t paying heed
To them from what I see
Everything’s a commodity
To be bought or sold
It clearly is that cold

Avarice and greed
Just wants to succeed
They’re blind to other’s need
So it’s alright to bleed
Common folk bone dry
And this situation repeats
In actions and in tweets
And don’t dare ask ‘em why
Now did I tell a lie?

Avarice and greed
Are holders of the deed
They’re of a common breed
And few things will impede
Them from getting what they wanted
Cos they remain undaunted
And the things that they have vaunted
Never leaves them haunted

Avarice and greed
Or the two-percentage creed
Doesn’t recognize misdeed
Before choosing to proceed
Where angels fear to tread
They go right on in instead
Despite the things I’ve said
And we see where that has led













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By: Cedric McClester

He appeared on 60 Minutes
But did they get it right
When he said the demonstrators
Had no reason to have fright
When asked about his tweeting
In the middle of the night
He said he would more or less
Be a presence on that sight

He appeared on 60 Minutes
With his hair in perfect place
Answering their questions
While trying to make a case
For deporting immigrants
By the millions he would chase
To the deportation centers
That had sufficient space

He appeared on 60 Minutes
And was asked Roe vs Wade
Which he said was already law
Women need not be afraid
But he’d appoint Supreme Court Judges
Who would throw some shade
On that abortion law
That then the states would have to save

He appeard on 60 Minutes
With his wife and family in tow
To inform their TV viewers
How far they all would go
To support their patriarch
Charged with running the show
They would have no formal role
Which the people had to know




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By: Cedric McClester

“There’s something going on
In the Mosques,
Something,
We don’t know about,”
Said Donald Trump
While on the stump
And I respond,
No doubt

There’s something going on
In the Mosques
Houses of worship
Made expressly
For prayer
But anyway, it’s hard to say
For those
Who've never been there

There’s something going on
In the Mosques
Perhaps,
Just religious study
But he don't know
Cuz he won't go
Therefore his perception
Is muddy

There’s something going on
In the Mosques
Like any other
Religious institution
You’ll find people
Praying on
Their knees
Seeking absolution









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By: Cedric McClester

Whatever one’s ****** proclivity
I respect their right to privacy
It’s much more liberating to be free
But I don’t know maybe that’s just me

They say it’s hard
For some people to come out
So they remain in the closet
With their doubt
And some will not address it
In their conversations
Because of fear
And other reservations

Whatever one’s ****** proclivity
I respect their right to privacy
It’s much more liberating to be free
But I don’t know maybe that’s just me

Out of the closet or in
None of us are free of sin
We’re merely mortal women or men
No matter where we’re going or have been
All of us have choices that we make
Different roads we may choose to take
Some are fragile and eventually break
For others life’s simply a piece of cake

Whatever one’s ****** proclivity
I respect their right to privacy
It’s much more liberating to be free
But I don’t know maybe that’s just me

Some ask themselves why
Must they go on living a lie
Others don’t even try
To find a reason to comply

Whatever one’s ****** proclivity
I respect their right to privacy
It’s much more liberating to be free
But I don’t know maybe that’s just me

I can’t speak for her or him
What they do is up to them
Whether masculine or femme
Who’s to say from where it stems
Some say that they’re born that way
That might be but I can’t say
That’s on them but I’m okay
With whatever anyway

Whatever one’s ****** proclivity
I respect their right to privacy
It’s much more liberating to be free
But I don’t know maybe that’s just me

By: Cedric McClester

Fox News has finally
Filed for divorce
From Bill O’Rielly
For being coarse
They say that they
Can no longer endorse
That kind of behavior
In their workforce

Sponsors have left Fox
By the droves
As that old adage
Commonly goes
Guilt by association
I suppose
In a place where
The emperor wears no clothes

Some say the divorce
Is quite overdue
When Roger Ailes left
O’ Rielly should have too
None of the allegations
Were from out the blue
Human Resources
Must have also knew

And so a sad chapter
Finally closes
At Fox news
And what I suppose is
They’ve been forced
To take care of their biz
Before they’re reduced
To nothing but fizz









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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

If it quacks
Like a duck
Acts like a duck
Why get stuck
It’s a duck
What the ****

Here’s what
The case is
Of course he’s a racist
He’s covered all bases
When it comes
To other faces

He spews hate
That he reitterates
At rallies
And debates
Where he anticipates
The reactions
That he rates

Chances are
None to slim
That we would ever
Vote for him
He’s a prisoner
Of his own whims

If it quacks
Like a duck
Acts like a duck
Why get stuck
It’s a duck
What the ****










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By: Cedric McClester

Lindsey Graham should be ashamed
For saying Trump’s unfairly blamed
In this inquiry, as he’s claimed
Though to him it’s all the same
Lindsey’s Trump’s favorite acolyte
Pretending everything’s alright
But what’s done in the dark of night
Will come out in the daylight

Linsey Graham’s now full of stuffing
See these days he doesn’t stand for nothing
When he criticized Trump, was he bluffing?
Like your average ragamuffin
Lindsey Graham once had some pride
Now he doesn’t, but you decide
Should he be reelected or denied
When good judgement is applied

Graham’s not who he used to be
And that’s plain enough to see
So if he’d get up off his knee
Maybe then he would be free
But Lindsey does like his golf
Ask Guiliani, as in Rudolph
Who has bitten more than he can chew off
So now we view him as *****-off

Lindsey Graham has gone crackers
Just the same as most Trump backers
And I guess that directly factors
In the thoughts of his detractors
He’s clearly not the senator
That he used to be before
An idiosyncrasy we can’t ignore
Let me stop now, although there's more


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By: Cedric McClester

I firmly do believe
That all children conceived
No matter what the process
Or related cost is
Are children nonetheless
And it’s dubious at best
To label them synthetic
In fact it’s quite pathetic

If you’re ever gonna
It’s enough to make you wanna
Dolce your Gabbanna
Or shrink ‘em in a saunna

Why take a position
That the family composition
Must be one way or the other
‘Cos a dad can’t be a mother
If a child is reared with love
And receives the guidance of
Two people who are wedded
Or perhaps they’re just embedded

If you’re ever gonna
It’s enough to make you wanna
Dolce your Gabbanna
Or shrink ‘em in a saunna

This thing goes far beyond
Even Elton John
‘Cos every baby born
Ain’t a Capricorn

Why cast aspersions
Or write a letter to the Persians
Because you disagree
You don’t have hegemony
So now you’re in a rut
Because you’ve shown your ****
And it’s a sordid fact
That you cannot take back

This thing goes far beyond
Even Elton John
‘Cos every baby born
Ain’t a Capricorn

If you’re ever gonna
It’s enough to make you wanna
Dolce your Gabbanna
Or shrink ‘em in a saunna



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By:: Cedric McClester

Woe to the sons and daughters
Of Flint Michigan
Who under the Governor’s orders
Were forced to drink
The unclean waters
From their local lake
Which was lead contaminated
For heaven’s sake

Woe to a governor who ignored
The overwhelming evidence
Which he could ill afford
But he did anyway
So rest assured
It will come back
To haunt him
Now he’s under attack

Woe to those who bathed and drank
From the polluted waters
Dark and dank
So the Governor could save money
To put in the bank
And now they have him
To point to and blame
Because the children will never be the same

Woe to the future that is uncertain
For the young and the old
Who are under the curtain
Of the after affects
Confused and hurting
From what they ingested
Water that should have been tested
That ultimately proved to be infested



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BY: Cedric McClester

I guess we can round up
The usual suspects
Elderly white men
Aren’t that complex
When it comes to muscles
That they’re trying to flex
After all they’re ones
Who write the checks

Now they even control
The Supreme Court
Because certain people
Sold them very short
The lesson learned
Is the one that was taught
You can sexually abuse women
If you don’t get caught

Now they’re cans are clinking
As they toast their beers
Celebrating their victory
And sending good cheers
To the country at large
Because there he is
Judging among judges
Or so it appears

Before the Mid-Terms
They’ve got it going on
But what if they find out
That they got it wrong?
As they continue to
Just sing their sordid song
Party before people
As we knew all along












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By: Cedric McClester

If we burn it down tonight
Leave nothing standing within sight
Will the ashes make things right
Or just make us contrite
After we realize our worst fears
And Judgment Day suddenly nears
Could it be worst than it appears
After the smoke finally clears

After the smoke finally clears
And we’re left with just the ashes
How do we shift gears
When our anger eventually passes

When civility erodes
It’s hard to say what that bodes
Should we start speaking in codes
Until the powder keg explodes
It’s a brand new frontier
But now we find ourselves here
And to rebuild will take years
After the smoke finally clears

After the smoke finally clears
And we’re left with just the ashes
How do we shift gears
When our anger eventually passes

Burn baby burn
A battle cry from long ago
But what have we learned
That before we didn’t know
Tempers need to cool
Or eventually they’ll blow
And if they do
What will we have to show

After the smoke finally clears
And we’re left with just the ashes
How do we shift gears
When our anger eventually passes

Will we ever learn
The places that we choose to burn
Aren’t the places that we yearn
But that doesn’t cause concern
Are you listening to me
We’re not thinking rationally
The end result’s no mystery
For those who study history

After the smoke finally clears
And we’re left with just the ashes
How do we shift gears
When our anger eventually passes

If we burn it down tonight
Leave nothing standing within sight
Will the ashes make things right
Or just make us contrite
After we realize our worst fears
And Judgment Day suddenly nears
Could it be worst than it appears
After the smoke finally clears



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By: Cedric McClester

I believe and know
That Trump has got to go
But while that may make sense
We’ll just be stuck with Pence
And it’s become crystal clear
That he hasn’t a rabbit’s *** idea
About what the Americans people need
And it’s not more avarice and greed

I believe and know
That Obamacare shouldn’t go
It needs to be repaired
Instead they have us scared
That we’ll lose needed services
Because they’re true conservatives
And be that as it may
They’re gonna rue that day

I believe and know
That the Russians meddled - so
It’s fake news they might insists
But we have to get to the bottom of this
And no matter who’s at fault
Trump’s people or Bannon’s Alt
Wherever guilty parties are found
We have to bring them down


I believe and know
That you can’t clean the swamp, then go
And pick a bunch of billionaires
Which only shows nobody cares
They haven’t had a hungry day
And while I’m at it let me say
It’s impossible for them to identify
And that’s the truth no lie













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By: Cedric McClester

Black lives matter,
Though black blood is cheap?
Listen to the mothers
Who know so weep
From the activist community
There’s hardly a peep
Maybe it’s because
They’re fast asleep

Black lives matter?
Why does it seem to stop
When a black is killed
But it’s not a cop
And the relatives
Are forced to go out and shop
For the casket and clothes
That provide a backdrop

Black lives matter,
But in what sense?
When it’s black on black crime
It gets lost in the rinse
And the reaction of activists
Is never as intense
Hence it keeps happening
At our expense

Black lives matter?
Or so they say
And they always want the officer
To have to pay
We can understand that sentiment
When it comes into play
But what about the things we see
Every single day?









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By: Cedric McClester

It wasn’t made up no it was real
Can’t you see ‘em can’t you feel
The ghosts of those whose last meal
Was fed at Auschwitz no appeal
Death by labor or by disease
Or the gassed air that they breathed
While the whole world was deceived
By what they could not believe

I hear the echoes of the dead
From Auschwitz where people fed
Gas ovens whose secrets are said
To dot the path of human dread

The air was musty the train car cramped
That took ‘em to the concentration camp
Before the process was revamped
They were crudely housed tattooed or stamped
And they were sent there both night and day
One million plus from what they say
Human lives wete thrown away
While we all looked the other way

God made us all in any case
There’s no such thing as a master race
That kind of thinking is out of place
And must be discouraged when it’s in our face

I hear the echoes of the dead
From Auschwitz where people fed
Gas ovens whose secrets are said
To dot the path of human dread

Their liberators could not believe
The level of the suffering that they relieved
To them it was diabolically conceived
By a people who were evil or naïve
How could a human being do to another
The kinds of things that they discovered
Then think that it wouldn’t be uncovered
Ot that the evidence could be smothered

God made us all in any case
There’s no such thing as a master race
That kind of thinking is out of place
And must be discouraged when it’s in our face

I hear the echoes of the dead
From Auschwitz where people fed
Gas ovens whose secrets are said
To dot the path of human dread




























      
      
      
      
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By: Cedric McClester

I’m not buying
What he’s selling
He should whisper
‘Stead of yelling
He’s the greatest
From what he’s telling
Which is the ego trap
That he fell in

Who’s the best
Let me guess
Could it be Kanye West
Is it no or is it yes
Some might say
He’s so much less
But sing his praises
Nonetheless

I realize
He was a gift
When it comes to
Taylor Swift
But he didn’t make her famous
That’s a myth
Nor is he a *****
That she’d get with

Kanye’s clearly out his mind
He proves that time after time
What a megalomaniac paradigm
With an outsized ego short of a crime
He’s convinced himself that Yessus
Is a walk on water short of Jesus
Raise the dead and he might please us
Short of that I am nonplussed





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By: Cedric McClester

Planes don’t just fall from the sky
There’s always a reason why
Mechanical failure might apply
Or sabotage they will deny
But the truth will soon emerge
The very thing they want to purge
Sabotage is bad for business
And we know that they do get this

For Russians it‘s hard to take
Coming home from Sharm el-Sheikh
That a bomb ISIS did make
Could cause them that much heartache
But no matter what you say
They’re gonna make somebody pay
Cuz it can’t go down that way
So rest assured they will convey

Strong outrage and dissatisfaction
Against the ones who took that action
And their ire’s gaining traction
Soon we’ll all see their reaction
A lot of blood is gonna spill
Now that they will wanna ****
Those who wished them such ill will
So for ISIS it’s all down hill

ISIS had better eat their spinach
Cuz by the time the Russians finish
They will clearly be diminished
Beaten at the line of scrimmage
One shouldn’t target a non-combatant
But that’s clearly is what happened
And it fits their usual pattern
So look for ISIS to be flatterned







































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By: Cedric McClester

He was an Uber driver
From Kalamazoo
Who went on a rampage
But who knew
It was something
That an Uber driver would do
Even one who apparently
Was missing a *****

He dropped off a group
In record time
Which conveniently left him
Next door to the crime
Where sadly he was about to
Lose his mind
As police investigators
Were forced to find

Six in total
Were about to die
And no one’s figured out
The reason why
He would shoot perfect strangers
Bye and bye
But he certainly did
And that’s no lie

Now the crazed driver
Is in custody
Why did he do it
I don’t know (search me)
It was so inexplicable
That it’s hard to see
His rational or reasoning
Which would be key














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By: Cedric McClester

The men and women
Who wear blue
Risk their lives
For me and you
With some exceptions
But here’s what’s true
Most do the job
They were hired to do

So if one goes down
In the line of duty
At the hands of some ****
Who shoots ‘em cruely
I can’t help but morn
I mean that truly
And I pray for their soul
So go ahead and sue me

The men and women
Who risk their lives
To serve and protect
That some despise
Deserve our respect
We should realize
What a tragedy it is
When one of ‘em dies

So for those who have
I say rest in peace
Cos one day I know
The violence will cease
Unfortunately now
It appears to increase
So I pray for those
We call the police









Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved

By : Cedric McClester

I remember those games
That we used to play
I remember them all
Like it was yesterday
One two three red light
First you ran then stayed
You either won or lost
By the mistakes you made

Boys played rough games
Girls Hopscotch and Jacks
Until they both discovered
That opposites attract
Then the boys couldn’t wait
To get the girls on their backs
To get notches on their belts
For their number of sacks

I remember games like
Hot Beans and Butter
How you’d say it three times
Like you had a stutter
I remember when I put
Those games away
And I recall the new ones
That I learned to play

Boys played rough games
Girls Hopscotch and Jacks
Until they both discovered
That opposites attract
Then the boys couldn’t wait
To get the girls on their backs
To get notches on their belts
For their number of sacks

I remember them all
I remember their names
See we all grew up
And learned different games
For different rewards
We had different aims
But that’s how it is
For guys and dames

I’m a little bit older
But my soldier is *****
And as it gets bigger
It’s easier to detect
And the girls I approach
Often lose their self-respect
When the third drink goes down
But hey what the heck

The boys played rough games
Girls hopscotch and Jacks
Until they both discovered
That opposites attract
Then the boys couldn’t wait
To get the girls on their backs
And get notches on their belts
For their number of sacks

By: Cedric McClester

It’s never easy
Losing a friend
I shouldn’t be crying
But I can’t pretend
That it doesn’t hurt
Especially when
I’ll never be able
To see you again

It’s never easy
Having to grieve
I never thought about
You having to leave
All of us do
Trust and believe
And although it is true
It’s hard to conceive

But this ain’t a tale
Of woe is me
Not as long as I have
Such fond memories
Which can take me back
To our used to bes
And I’ll smile at the thought
Of those sweet memories

It’s never easy
But be that as it may
A sad fact of life
Is we all go away
And so we must treasure
Each given day
As if it’s our last
Because who's to say



Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

He calls himself a man
Yet he can’t understand
Why the baby won’t stop crying
In the crib in which he’s lying
He agreed to baby sit
Not to take this **** (But now he’s catching it)

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

He picked the kid up
To rock him at first
But the crying continued
And in fact it got worst
Then he shook him
In an aggravated state
And by the time he stopped
It was a little bit too late

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

She tosses the details
Around in her head
Cause she can’t believe
Her baby is dead
And it doesn’t matter
Who is to blame
Her baby is dead
And she won’t be the same

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

What we do to children
Is often so cruel
Because the exception’s
Becoming the rule
But infants are helpless
So **** the excuse
Because whatever you say
It’s still child abuse

Rock-a-bye baby
But he wouldn’t stop
Now it’s a plea deal
That he hopes to cop
And the baby’s momma
Is out of her head
Rock-a-bye baby
Her baby is dead

She tosses the details
Around in her head
Cause she can’t believe
Her baby is dead
And it doesn’t matter
Who is to blame
Her baby is dead
And she won’t be the same

What we do to children
Is often so cruel
Because the exception’s
Becoming the rule
But infants are helpless
So **** the excuse
Because whatever you say
It’s still child abuse


Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

You’re esoteric
And profound
Is it your melody
Or your sound,
That always has me
Coming around?
Rest assured
That I’m down

You’re so hard
To understand
See you perplex
The average man
I think you do it
Because you can
And I’ll forever
Be your fan

The payoff’s always
Worth the wait
I don’t know,
Can you relate?
How you keep me
In a state
Of anticipation
That you always satiate

I think about
The things we do
I enjoy
Making love to you
And I’m convinced
That you do too
While lying there
After we’re through




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

You call ‘em *******,
Sissys, homos
Like it’s the thing to do
But what has any of that
Got to do with you
Why do you feel threatened
By their lifestyle
And what gives you the right
To attack ‘em anyhow

You call ‘em *******
Though it’s derogatory
Now you got me wonderin
What the hell’s your story

You see a gay guy
And you get so upset
Whether or not
He's approached you yet
Now here’s the question
That you ought to ask yourself
What’s inside your closet
Hidden on the shelf

You call ‘em *******
Though it’s derogatory
Now you got me wonderin
What the hell’s your story

See I’m not advocatin'
Either pro or con
But I believe
Discrimination truly is dead wrong
No one should be attacked
Because of who they are
That’s takin one’s hatred
A giant step too far

You call ‘em *******
Though it’s derogatory
Now you got me wonderin
What the hell’s your story

Live and let live
Is my philosophy
All I ask of anyone
Is to let me be
In return I’ll treat ‘em
With utmost respect
Never mind emotion
I’ll use intellect

You call ‘em *******
Though it’s derogatory
Now you got me wonderin
What the hell’s your story

See I’m not advocatin'
Either pro or con
But I believe
Discrimination truly is dead wrong
No one should be attacked
Because of who they are
That’s takin one’s hatred
A step too far

You call ‘em *******
Though it’s derogatory
Now you got me wonderin
What the hell’s your story



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By: Cedric McClester

Though it may not appear
That you are what they fear
And it may not seem
Like it’s low self-esteem
Look a little closer
And you’ll often find
That’s what’s behind
A hate-filled mind

They try to act superior
While feelin’ quite inferior
Ya don’t havta state it if it’s a fact
They’re only projecting what they feel they lack
Look a little closer
And you’ll often find
That’s what’s behind
A hate-filled mind

They’re just frightened people
That’s all that they are
Yet that doesn’t stop ‘em
From baring the scar
Of their hate-filled actions
Fueled by their bigotry
Although frightened people
Is what they well may be

Hateful actions and the rhetoric
Of a minor few who are clearly sick
Permeates the atmosphere
You can find it everywhere
But look a little closer
And you’ll often find
That’s what’s behind
A hate-filled mind


Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.