By: Cedric McClester

A lot of people are sayin’…
Does not legitimize
When the words that usually follow
Are little more than lies
The President uses this phrase a lot
Which should come as no surprise
You see he’s a great prevaricater
As by now you’ve realized

A lot of people are sayin’…
Bad things about the FBI
But you have to ask yourself
What’s the reason why
When it comes to the President
Who would need to spy?
If there wasn’t campaign collusion
Which he’s so quick to deny

A lot of people are sayin’…
He dyes his hair
Because it should be greying
Or that he wears a wig
For real, I’m not playin’
To hide the bald spots
We would be surveying
If not for his habit
Of constant hair spraying

A lot of people are sayin’…
Whatever he wants to pretend
As if that validates
The message  he’d like to send
Like there was no collusion
All that’s missing from that is amen!
But he’s lying through his teeth
And he does it time and time again



























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By: Cedric McClester

Here are the wherefores and whys
Alternative facts are just lies
Projected as strong alibis
To misdirect the unwise
The photos offer us the proof
That alternative facts aren’t the truth
From the mouth of the liar and chief
It’s incredulous beyond belief

Admittedly she’s a real jewel
Convincing to those she can fool
But she’s being used like a tool
And that is unusual and cruel
The universe she’s living in
Is ruled by an ocean of spin
She does it because she can
Can we have the church say amen

The press is truly amazed
How she instantly coined the phrase
Alternative facts now replays
In interesting and varied ways
Like no one wants to see his taxes
When the opposite is where the facts is
But I guess she’s had so much practice
At the prestidigitation she waxes

She’s his spokesperson, as it were
Her words rarely represent her
Over time it becomes a blur
Though that thought might not occur
His taxes remain on a shelf
So blame him and nobody else
If he de-legitimizes himself
Like Kramden, I’m talkin’ ‘bout Ralph






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By: Cedric McClester

Although our leader
Has lots of swerve
We get the Covert
That we deserve
Cuz swerve alone
Won’t reduce the curve
And to do nothing
Takes lots of nerve

Although he has
A lot of swag
And tends to mislead
When he brags
Having a mask
Is just for ****!
Perhaps that explains
So many body bags

Although it gives him
A small *******
To think about
The next election
Unless he makes
A big correction
He won’t be
The voter’s selection

Although he seems
Years behind
Our current thinking
And frame of mind
To such a degree
As to be blind
See literally speaking
I’m being kind









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By: Cedric McClester

It’s amazing you’d conflate
A crime borne out of hate
With your present state
You see we can’t relate
Our Constitution does call for
Impeachment to be sure
When we can’t take no more
So a lynching’s not called for

It’s a vile and hatefilledl act
And as a matter of fact
It has its origins back
To the days the whip would crack
On the back of someone’s slave
In this land of the free and brave
As the punishment the master gave
That could take you to your grave

So it doesn’t make much sense
Because of your experience
Which is deserved, and hence
It has you in complete suspense
So I don’t know your intention
But it’s a long way from a lyinching
Though we know it has you flinching
As step by step impeachment is inching

It’s not a coup, lynching or witch hunt
So there’s no need for you to front
And forgive me for being blunt
But you’re acting like a little ****
This is all of your own making
Now that the public has awakened
To the laws that you've been breaking
And so, very soon you’ll be forsaken



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By: Cedric McClester

A man of dubious integrity
Is Senator Leslie Graham ya see
He worships at the temple of hypocrisy
And genuflects to the aristocracy
You can hold his words against him
But chances are none to slim
That he’ll keep anyone of them
Even when you have him on film

He’s the definition of obsequious
And it’s a failed president that he trusts
He’ll be with him until he goes bust
Or ashes to ashes dust to dust
Either or we know the score
Senator Graham is a political *****
Now is it necessary to hear more
Must I repeat what I said before?

I wonder what he sees looking in the mirror
Does the real him become any clearer?
He’s the reason they say beware of the bearer
But now that we’re through with Trump’s reign of terror
Whose ***  will he now choose to kiss
Is that why they say ignorance is bliss?
Tune in tomorrow it's not to be missed
If you want to find the answer to this

We’ll have to tolerate him for another six years
Or at least that’s how it now appears
Unless South Carolina chooses to switch gears
Which is the worst of Leslie Graham’s fears
He has become a mere caricature
Of the kind of man that he was once before
But having said that he’s still hard to ignore
Though he’s still a lying *** for sure






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By: Cedric McClester

He’s a man of good character
It’s presumed by most,
But aren’t they forgetting
How he lied under oath?
While being confirmed
For his present position
He prevaricated
Which was an imposition

It’s been 36 years
Just to be fair,
And now he’s denying
Ever being there
Others might recall
Who are more aware
Of those who attended
Hope he believe in prayer!

Now what about
The committee’s questions
That he refused to answer?
Proving himself to be,
Quite an artful dancer
Present allegations
Are spreading like cancer
When will we find a truth advancer

They seem in a rush
To confirm
Someone who might be
Slippery as worm
Though the jury is still out
On him I have concern
That we the people
Not get burned















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By: Cedric McClester

Can you surmise,
Why I despise
A man who tells 10,000 lies,
And counting,
Because they keep on mounting?
Like the ones Kellyanne
Is always discounting
That gush from his mouth like a fountain

He promotes hate
While he prevaricates
Most of what he states
Are outright lies
But supporters are none-the-wise
Because his lies are disguised
As truthful anecdotes
You see they’re quotes

For him deceiving is as natural
As breathing
Which leaves me seething
At the mere notion
That he hasn’t reached his quotient
Though
The lies he tell seem to flow
As his nose tend to grow

A man who tells 10,000 lies
Never stops to realize
Why the righteous criticize
The stories that he weaves
Perhaps he believes
If you state a lie over again
People will start to believe you when
Your Twitter button’s pressed on send







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By: Cedric McClester

He’s got me at the point
Of rediscovering,
Did the Lone Ranger wear a mask,
Or a face covering?
This mystery has become
So very puzzling
We can’t ask Dr. Birks
Who he’s been muzzling

The Covid Task Force
Is a rarity
Those cast of characters
We rarely get to see
They’re being advised
Just to let it be
The country has to open
Don’t cha see

Let  November’s election
Just begin
As they choose to
Throw caution to the wind
To their base
They haven’t been a friend
As they play a game
Of let’s pretend

The economy has
Taken a big hit
Which he refuses
To simply admit
It’s not coming back
Just by him showing grit
Now that the torch
Of the pandemic has been lit





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By: Cedric McClester

Though it’s a matter
Of the heart
It’s still not easy
To break apart
Makes you wonder
When did it start?
Us together
Being a lost art

People break up
Everyday
When emotions
Get in the way
Guess it’s the price
We have to pay
For one of us
Going  astray

Do I love you?
Yes, I do!
It didn’t come
Out of the blue
Deep inside
I think I knew
I couldn't take
What you put me through

Now it’s over
And it’s done
For all those years
You were the one
And I admit
That it’s not fun
For us to say
We had our run


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By: Cedric McClester

Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload
I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad
Those who says don’t build it there
Don’t want it built anywhere
You can shake your head and sigh
But it’s American as apple pie

It’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

His campaign ad’s imagery
Of Nine/Eleven is on TV
I hate to even say his name
Because it’s clear he has no shame
You can shake your head and sigh
But he’s American as apple pie

He’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

Divide and conquer
Has become a tool
Cos they don’t believe in
The Golden Rule
So who is it they think they fool
The uninformed and unschooled

It’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

We don’t seem to know no more
What it is that we stand for
Some say freedom
But I’m not so sure
When hatred and division
Is at the core
Of what we’re seeing nowadays
So openly as it plays

It’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

Divide and conquer
Has become a tool
Cos they don’t believe in
The Golden Rule
So who is it they think they fool
The uninformed and unschooled

Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload
I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad
Those who says don’t build it there
Don’t want it built anywhere
You can shake your head and sigh
But it’s American as apple pie

(Chorus)
She’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie


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By: Cedric McClester

Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload
I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad
Those who says don’t build it there
Don’t want it built anywhere
You can shake your head and sigh
But it’s American as apple pie

It’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

His campaign ad’s imagery
Of Nine/Eleven is on TV
I hate to even say his name
Because it’s clear he has no shame
You can shake your head and sigh
But he’s American as apple pie

He’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

Divide and conquer
Has become a tool
Cos they don’t believe in
The Golden Rule
So who is it they think they fool
The uninformed and unschooled

It’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

We don’t seem to know no more
What it is that we stand for
Some say freedom
But I’m not so sure
When hatred and division
Is at the core
Of what we’re seeing nowadays
So openly as it plays

It’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie

Divide and conquer
Has become a tool
Cos they don’t believe in
The Golden Rule
So who is it they think they fool
The uninformed and unschooled

Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload
I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad
Those who says don’t build it there
Don’t want it built anywhere
You can shake your head and sigh
But it’s American as apple pie

She’s American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie
As American as apple pie


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By: Cedric McClester

American people gather near
Cuz every rabble-rouser isn’t sincere
You can be motivated by fear
Or you can cling to the things you hold dear
Bold words alone won’t bring about change
I’ve said it before, “******* baffles brains.”
And just like then the fact still remains
Despite certain people rattling our chains

You can be taken in by the hype
Cuz legitimately you may have a gripe
But don’t act as if you’re on the glass pipe
Pretend that you're made of a broader stripe
You can be tricked into not caring
Who you’re offending, but don’t call that daring
Say what you will about what I’m sharing
But into whose mirror have you been staring

Do onto others, as you’d have them do
The 20th Century should provide a clue
Today it’s them, tomorrow it’s you
Everything old tends to come back through
Even though certain people are hard to ignore
Hatred and xenophobia we’ve seen before
Do we really want to reopen that door
To advance an agenda we need to ignore

It’s high time that you and I realize
We’re not the only ones to be terrorized
By people that most Muslims despise
Miscreants who wear Islam as their disguise
We have to adjust and stiffen our backs
Now that we too are confronted by the facts
That we might be subjected to terror attacks
Let’s all remember how an American acts


















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By: Cedric McClester

I can’t stand
All this excitement
America’s mayor
Will be under indictment
For criminal activity
In the Ukraine
Do you understand
What I’m saying

America’s mayor’s
Apartment was raided
Along with his office
But we knew he was jaded
His seeming immunity
Has all but faded
Now that Barr is gone
It should be stated

America’s mayor
Acted like a mob boss
When he represented the president
He was able to floss
But he’s on his own now
Which is par for the course
And could go to prison
Once the law is enforced

America’s mayor
Is a hand grenade
Who lied about the election
When he drank Trump’s Kool Aid
And now that his star has started to fade
He’ll be vacationing in the Everglades
With a fake moustache
And a pair of dark shades




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By: Cedric mcClester

America, what the hell happened?
Could it be, we got caught napping?
While his tariffs keep overlapping
Is China’s market worth us scrapping?
Where in the world did we go wrong
Was it that we just went along,
With someone who appeared strong,
Like an old familiar song?

We’re not who we used to be
To the outside world that’s plain to see
We can’t sell them on being free
If it doesn’t apply to you and me
Strong men and dictators we embrace
We’re chartered members in any case
Of any leader that’s a disgrace
To the entire human race

It must be time to take our seat
Cuz everywhere we’re in retreat
It’s Soviet history that we repeat
When we choose to go down that street
See all of us should know the score
Because that movie’s played before
And if we choose to just ignore
Then Russia gives it to us raw

America start paying attention
We don’t need to defy convention
When it causes such dissension
And how come Putin’s who we’re Frenching?
See we should say,”Not so fast,”
And tell him to kiss our ***
But he doesn’t seem up to that task
Even though he’s been unmasked



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By: Cedric McClester

America what will it be
The choice is ours
While we’re still free
Democracy or hypocrisy?
We’re at the crossroads
Of our destiny
What the future holds
We’ll just have to see

America what will it be
In God we trust
In this land of the free
Or Fox News broadcasts
And conspiracies?
Not to mention the big lie
Which is heresy
And an anathema to me

America what will it be
Will we conform to
The autocracy
Or resist and hold on
To democracy?
Which isn’t easy
Believe you me
Though vigilance is the key

America what will it be?
We have to decide
It’s an emergency
Let’s stand up to
The insurgency
Before it engulfs
All that we see
And impact our history








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By: Cedric McClester

Was it a messiah, you sought to find?
Then Homie was, your paradigm
As it was written, so it was
Our Creator doesn’t make duds
Like Noah sent here
For the floods
So was Homie
For the Crips and Bloods

So think of him, not as dead
Get that notion out your head
Based upon the life he led
And the words of comfort said
He’s merely resting in his bed
See to the manor he was born
The good he left us will live on
Long after Homie is gone

He believed in law and order
As his time was growing shorter
Much like a lamb taken to slaughter
No Homie didn’t walk on water
But he loved his son,
And daughter
I hope they learned
From all he taught ‘em

When his story is finally told
Just like Jesus, he was bold
And if per chance,
You’re still not sold
The retelling doesn’t get old
The way he left us
Was also cold
And both their lives broke the mold








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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, 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 Ibn Herbert

Am I going crazy?
You're driving me insane
See I can't get you baby
Out of my brain
Tell me if I'm veering
Out of my lane
You give me such pleasure
And you also cause me pain

It's a true dichotomy
But you don't even know
What you do to me?
And how far you sometimes go
It's not that hard to see
But baby even so
I should let you be
But I keep eating crow

Even though at times
I think you're insincere
But despite that fact
I have to have you here
Like a magnet attracts
And brings an object near
I stay close to you
Just because I care

What more can I say
That I haven't said
You're just like a poem
That somewhere I read
The lines keep resonating
Deep inside my head
I can't wait to have you
On my water bed




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By: Cedric McClester

A million candles burning
Trying to create light
Might not be enough
To brighten up this night
The darkness is consuming
Everything in sight
And though the Lord has mercy
On those who are contrite

They’re not apologetic
To say the very least
On the carcasses of others
Is where they choose to feast
Whether in South America
Or in the Middle East
It's not hard to see the sign
Of the savage beast

A million candles burning
Can’t illuminate
The xenophobic nature
Of this brand of hate
Nor does it deter
The many who relate
To exclusionary rhetoric
That fuels the debate


A million candles burning
Is quite a sight to see
When it lights the path
To where you want to be
All of us are born
Longing to be free
If we make the move
To change our destiny


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By: Cedric McClester

First the rhetoric then the violence
Can we have a moment of silence
From hateful words and the alliance
Of wing-nuts urging defiance

Corporations control the people
Now it’s turned violent and gotten evil
They’ve akin to the boll weevil
Destroying lives of common people
The rich direct the politics
With their lies and ***** tricks
Then add sound bites into the mix
And it confuses average hicks

First the rhetoric then the violence
Can we have a moment of silence
From hateful words and the alliance
Of wing-nuts urging defiance

A Congresswoman went to town
Only to have been shot down
The bullet casings on the grown
Suggests he fired round after round
Now that’s no way to disagree
Or show his anger as the case may be
See what it is he didn’t see
He’s been manipulated like you and me

First the rhetoric then the violence
Can we have a moment of silence
From hateful words and the alliance
Of wing-nuts urging defiance
It’s a time of sadness and remorse
For the demise of civil discourse
At the bidding of the boss
We now holler until we’re hoarse

Are you beginning to get the picture
They’ve become a permanent fixture
Add politics into the mixture
And their bromide is no elixir
For the things that clearly ail
Their prescription is made to fail
See the argument has turned stale
Cos all they do is to assail

First the rhetoric then the violence
Can we have a moment of silence
From hateful words and the alliance
Of wing-nuts urging defiance



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By: Cedric McClester

A mother’s love
Was abuse to some
Foolishness
She was having none
Which caused her to disciplined
Her only son
In a valiant effort
To get the job done

Better that
Than the police
Causing his
Young life to cease
Thank God she intervened
At least
Before the violence
Had increased

A mother’s love
Should be applauded
What she did
Must be lauded
And our priorities
Reordered
Instead of young blacks
Being slaughtered

A mother’s love
Can’t be questioned
Instead it should serve
As a lesson
For her son
It was a blessing
So let’s stop
Second guessing


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By: Cedric McClester

We’ve become a multi-cultured nation
Which has caused nativists to lose their patience
When it comes to things like immigration
They won’t even entertain arbitration
See all they want is their country back
As if indigenous people weren’t a true fact
It’s not as simple as white or black
Or the sound of their guns going clack clack clack

In the face of their never ending nagging fear
Their end-game has become crystal clear
But there’s no returning to that yesteryear
By polluting the planet and its atmosphere
Their ideas are clearly abstract
They’re constantly trying to make time go back
Even when they have the deck stacked
Cuz time moves forward, it doesn’t retract

Politicians are busy seeking NRA funds
While bullets take down their daughters and sons
They’ll do anything at all to keep their guns
And shear ignorance comes from the tip of their tongues
How many of ‘em have to violently die
Before they can figure out the reason why
They insist on telling themselves a lie
The Second Amendment is a mere alibi

America’s no longer is an all white conclave
Of disappearing Indians and subservient slaves
Full of wealthy rulers and low-heeled knaves
Who are indoctrinated into believing only Jesus saves
America isn’t what it once was
And it doesn’t do what it says that it does
It sells a dream that once was the buzz
Wrapped up in cobwebs and now full of fuzz





































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By: Cedric McClester

A Muslim goes to pray
At any mosque on any day
Which is not meant to convey
The things their critics have to say
I don’t know if you’re aware
Despite the way it may appear
A mosque is just a house of prayer
You’re not indoctrinated there

So wasted time is being spent
Looking at which mosque a terrorist went
That don’t give you the slightest hint
As to why he became so bent
You are more likely to find
The source that captured his warped mind
Somewhere down the dial on line
That’s how he became so blind

Nowhere in Qu’ranic teaching
Will you find what they are preaching
It’s a matter of them reaching
Their own ends while they are breeching
Everything that Islam stands for
Which put simply they ignore
Though that’s the badge they wore
While acting in ways Muslims abhor

They can bastardize the text
And baffle some folk’s intellects
By ignoring the balances and checks
That the Islamic religion projects
And it’s easy enough to fall
If there’s no foundation at all
You might answer anyone’s call
Who can reinterpret and enthrall












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By: Cedric McClester

He elected to create
The conscious lie of birtherizm
And in so doing
Created a nationwide schism
But who elected him
As an arbiter of aphorism
While showing the world
His unique brand of racism

Now he’s declared
For the world to hear
That the President is American
Or so it would appear
But what his words of acknowledgment
Didn’t make clear
Will an apology be forthcoming
Or not as I fear

Did he finally say it
Or was it an illusion
After all these years
What brought him to
That conclusion
And why was he
So hell-bent
On causing confusion?

To put it succinctly
The man is a fraud
And morally speaking
We know he’s flawed
So nothing he says
Should we find odd
But he can’t escape
 The judgment of God




Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
When our kids shelter in place
Inside of their schools
And our president breaks
All of the rules
And locks children in cages
Which proves that he's cruel

We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
When criminals are pardoned
As part of the tools
That the president uses
To protect his footstools
Which he bandies about
Like they were precious jewels

We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
Who proceed blindly
Like a wagon train of mules
Who are being driven
By an assortment of ghouls
Who push our buttons
And change our molecules

We're either a nation of cowards
Or a nation of fools
Who resist climate change
And biofuels
Those who mention them
He simply overrules
With little resistance
From those he ridicules





Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2019.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

We’ve become a nation
That refuses to think
They pass us poisoned Kool Aid
And we can’t wait to drink
We’re gullible enough
To go for the hoodwink
If there’s a ***** in our armor
It’s that we’re missing a vital link

Promise them anything
But they’re gonna get Arpege
Just like that old
Perfume commercial says
We’ve been sold a dream
By those running for prez
Tell me who out there
Right now could use a Pez

No one ever asks
How are they gonna deliver
Before they buy that bridge
Over the Hudson River
Some say they’re flexible
Do they mean Indian giver
Or maybe they just suffer from
Cirrhosis of the liver

Have we become so desperate
That we’ll go for anything
No matter what concoction
Snake oil salesmen bring
One wants to be the president
The other probably king
But we’ll know bye and bye
Once the fat lady gets to sing




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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


















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

They promised us a lot of things
Forty acres and a mule
But didn’t deliver on none of that
They took us for a fool
We’re all created equal
Or so we’re taught in school
For us it’s always one thing
For them it’s another rule

There were eight presidents
Before George Washington
I think I heard Prince say
Unfortunately we can’t question him
He’s dead and gone away
But I still think we owe him
A measure of our thanks
Tell me the whole **** story
And I’ll fill in the blanks

And what about the chemtrails
He mentioned as well
Which affects us in so many ways
That we can’t even tell
What we think is incidental
May not be after all
When we examine it
Up against a purple wall

There were eight presidents
Before George Washington
I think I heard Prince say
Unfortunately we can’t question him
He’s dead and gone away
But I still think we owe him
A measure of our thanks
Tell me the whole **** story
And I’ll fill in the blanks

I must be a conspiracy theorist
You’re probably thinking now
Because I question many things
And want to know the how
How did we get so far gone
It didn’t happen just now
It took time and careful planning
To make us scrape and bow

There were eight presidents
Before George Washington
I think I heard Prince say
Unfortunately we can’t question him
He’s dead and gone away
But I still think we owe him
A measure of our thanks
Tell me the whole **** story
And I’ll fill in the blanks

He addressed his letter to
Dear Mr. Man
And spoke on our behalf
Saying things are out of hand
In general he was saying
Give us the respect we demand
In a way that was impossible
For them to misunderstand

There were eight presidents
Before George Washington
I think I heard Prince say
Unfortunately we can’t question him
He’s dead and gone away
But I still think we owe him
A measure of our thanks
Tell me the whole **** story
And I’ll fill in the blanks




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By: Cedric McClester

And so it ended
As you might have thought
With him killing himself
That’s what karma brought
See there’s a lesson here
That should be taught
For others out there
Who are overwrought

His victim’s funeral
Is being planned
And what no one
Can really understand
Is why things got
That out of hand
But he’s now dead
And can’t expand

And now the family
Will lack the closure
That might have come
From full disclosure
So they’ll just have to
Keep their composure
With the knowledge that God
Is watching over

Unexpected
Is the fate of some
And often the consequences
Will leave us numb
I’m really not trying to
Paint a picture that’s glum
‘Cos I know some day
We will overcome








Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

Black is white
And up is down
That kind of logic
Can be found
When your leader
Is an *** clown
The ignorance
Is that profound

Black is white
And up is down
An adjective
Becomes a noun
When all the rules
Are turned around
New York City
Is like Small Town

Black is white
And up is down
Like a man dressed
In an evening gown
Trolling for a drink
At a bar uptown
Is clearly headed
For a showdown

Black is white
And up is down
He does his best
To astound
People from Seattle
To Allen Town
Who are hypnotized
By his monotonous sound





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By: Cedric McClester

Black girls go missing
And yo!
The media if ever,
Rarely lets you know
And law enforcement resources
Hardly ever flow
Which is the hard cold truth
That the public needs to know

White girls go missing
And yo!
They move heaven and earth
Which causes one to wonder
What’s a black girl’s life worth?
Call this false equivalency
But my argument
Has added girth

Red girls go missing
And yo!
Only those on their reservations
Seem to know
It doesn't get reported
Or mentioned on a show
That might contribute to
The information flow

White girls go missing
And yo!
We collectively clutch our pearls
To show
Our consternation  and sympathy
Will grow
To the outer limits
Like the show





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2021.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

It’s a shame
And the disgrace is
A neon shirt
And pink shoelaces
Resulted in an act
So tasteless
That the victim wound up
With stitches in some places

A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this

Why you ask
Was he under attack
Homophobia
And as a matter of fact
Though it’s not a case
Of white or black
The bottom line is
It was a hateful act

A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this

What people do
In my point of view
Is a matter of personal choice
Not up for review
Unless it’s hurting others
Or causes their rights to
Be infringed upon
Then ya might wanna sue

A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this

And here’s the thing
That I don’t get
How is what he does
Considered a threat
To anybody else
Albeit
Even those who object
Shouldn’t become upset – cos

A neon shirt and pink shoelaces
Or acting effeminate
If that’s what the case is
Physically attacking him
Was entirely baseless
And sooner or later
We all need to face this


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By: Cedric McClester

Judging by the way you’re living
You may need a new religion
You’re always taking never giving
I think you need a new religion

Ignorance tends to be blind
Some people have to have a sign
Before they have a change of mind
Take the advice that I’m giving
I think you need a new religion

I think you need a new religion
It ain’t all about just you
I think you need a new religion
And I think you know it too

Take a look within your soul
Each new day is one day old
Acquiesce before you’re cold
And if I may be so bold
I think you need a new religion

You’re not deserving of the glory
You should take some inventory
Get defensive and you’ll bore me
This is why I emplore thee
I think you need a new religion

I think you need a new religion
It ain’t all about just you
I think you need a new religion
And I think you know it too

Take a look within your soul
Each new day is one day old
Acquiesce before you’re cold
And if I may be so bold
I think you need a new religion

Judging by the way you’re living
You may need a new religion
You’re always taking never giving
I think you need a new religion



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By: Cedric McClester

Judging by the way you’re living
You may need a new religion
You’re always taking never giving
I think you need a new religion

Ignorance tends to be blind
Some people have to have a sign
Before they have a change of mind
Take the advice that I’m giving
I think you need a new religion

I think you need a new religion
It ain’t all about just you
I think you need a new religion
And I think you know it too

Take a look within your soul
Each new day is one day old
Acquiesce before you’re cold
And if I may be so bold
I think you need a new religion

You’re not deserving of the glory
You should take some inventory
Get defensive and you’ll bore me
This is why I emplore thee
I think you need a new religion

I think you need a new religion
It ain’t all about just you
I think you need a new religion
And I think you know it too

Take a look within your soul
Each new day is one day old
Acquiesce before you’re cold
And if I may be so bold
I think you need a new religion

Judging by the way you’re living
You may need a new religion
You’re always taking never giving
I think you need a new religion


(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

When your name isn’t
The first thing on their lips
And men stop caring
About your *** and hips
Remember this message
Anyone can slip
That’s why it’s important
For you not to trip

When your concerts
Stop being sold out
Then you’ll know
What I’m taking about
Because you won’t have
The same kind of clout
That you once did
When your fans
Used to shout

When the paparazzi
Stop paying attention
And your name barely
Warrants a mention
You’re on the decline
Not on the ascension
Then you’re career’s in
Animated suspension

You’ve enjoyed the fame
And made a fortune
But to the wind
You threw all caution
Even though you’ve had
More than your portion
You’ve come face to face with
The Apocalypse horsemen






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By: Cedric McClester

She was from Alabama
Had a Southern drawl
And spoke bad grammar
But that’s not all
She also had an asset
That could make a man stammer
In other words Anne
Was a bad mama jamma

Pretty Eddie was a New Yorker
With average looks
He was quite a smooth talker
So he kept the books
For his stable of ladies
Who walked the streets at night
He was in the **** game
And he had it down tight

Anne ‘n Pretty Eddie were quite a pair
But it’s hard to say when
He became aware
There are limits to what you can
Put a woman through
So when Anne finally left him
He was forced to say (who knew?)

She was his bottom lady
And she held him down
But Eddie beat her frequently
Man he’d go to town
And Anne always tolerated
Eddie’s abuse
'Til she finally got fed up
And said what’s the use

Anne ‘n Pretty Eddie were quite a pair
But it’s hard to say when he became aware
There are limits to
What you can put a woman through
So when Anne finally left him
He was forced to say (who knew?)

They say she left Boston
For Baltimore
Where Anne disappeared to
No one could say for sure
It took six months for Eddie
To realize the fact
That his bottom woman Anne
Would not be coming back

Anne ‘n Pretty Eddie were quite a pair
But it’s hard to say when he became aware
There are limits to
What you can put a woman through
So when Anne finally left him
He was forced to say (who knew?)

She was his bottom lady
And she held him down
But Eddie beat her frequently
Man he’d go to town
And Anne always tolerated
Eddie’s abuse
'Til she finally got fed up
And said what’s the use

Anne ‘n Pretty Eddie were quite a pair
But it’s hard to say when he became aware
There are limits to
What you can put a woman through
So when Anne finally left him
He was forced to say (who knew?)


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By: Cedric McClester

Whites are entitled to
An occasional bad day
While people of color
Are executed or locked away
Said to be misunderstood
While people of color
Are just no good

Clearly there’s a great
Big dichotomy
Between white folks
And people like me
See that’s plain enough
For us all to see
But my question is
Does there have to be?

Too many whites want
Hegemony
Over people of color
And that shouldn’t be
If we truly are all
Born from a mother
What makes one
Better than the other?

Whites are few
People of color are many
Whites explored the world
And didn’t find any
People of their same
Color or hew
Which made them afraid
Of the day that we knew






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By:Cedric McClester

Another black man down,
Because of Stand Your Ground!
Examples do abound,
Allow me to expound
It’s a license to ****,
For those inclined, who will
Who have the requisite skill
Assured of no True bill

When push came to shove
He was disposed of
Wasn’t shown no love
The bullet lodged above
Somewhere in the chest
As he drew his last breath
In front of his bereft
They knew that his soul left

And can you believe,
He was turning to leave
When a gun was retrieved
From a pocket not a sleeve
As you might have guessed
The bullet hit his chest
I guess you know the rest,
There was no arrest!

How could there be?
When the law you see,
Lets the shooter go free
But here’s the key
If during the strife
He feared for his life
Then he had the legal right
To shoot him on sight


Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

They say he loves music
And he probably does
But his true motivation
Remains as it was
How many under him
Went down the wrong path
Have you stopped to think about it
Or done the math

It’s not that he’s evil
Just insidious
He’s a music game genius
Who instills their trust
Though most of his artists
Eventually go bust
After he has benefited
As always he must

It has to be understood
That it’s an ugly game
That you enter one way
But don’t leave the same
Put it on who you want
But you share the blame

Artist get wrapped up
In their artistry
And fail to look out for
What they cannot see
There’s pain in all parts
Of this industry
Words of experience
Take it from me

It has to be understood
That it’s an ugly game
That you enter one way
But don’t leave the same
Put it on who you want
But you share in the blame

They’re commodities
That are bought and sold
That’s how it is played
And the game’s very old
Some will burn hot
Before they turn cold
And there’s no more to gain
After they’ve mined the gold

It has to be understood
That it’s an ugly game
That you enter one way
But don’t leave the same
Put it on who you want
But you share in the blame

It’s not that he’s evil
Just insidious
He’s a music game genius
Who instills their trust
Though most of his artists
Eventually go bust
After he has benefited
As always he must

It’s not that he’s evil
Just insidious
He’s a music game genius
Who instills their trust
Though most of his artists
Eventually go bust
After he has benefited
As always he must




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By: Cedric McClester

Any ***** can shoot a *****
What’s it take to pull a trigger
How much pressure do ya figure
Is required to dead a *****
Problem is you’re killin you
When you pull the trigger to
Shoot someone who looks like you
But ain’t that what you ****** do

A ***** lookin for respect
Could pull out a Nine or Tec
At a time you least expect
And you might have to hit the deck
Cuz when the bullets start to fly
Those who don’t just might die
And you don’t wanna go - okay
Like ****** do around the way – cuz

Any ***** can shoot a *****
What’s it take to pull a trigger
How much pressure do ya figure
Is required to dead a *****
Problem is you’re killin you
When you pull the trigger to
Shoot someone who looks like you
But ain’t that what you ****** do

Keep one eye open when you sleep
Cuz in the hood life is cheap
So watch the company you keep
Your main man might be a creep
Don’t let ‘em get the drop on you
The way some ****** like to do
They’ll roll up on you with a crew
And run a clip off into you

Any ***** can shoot a *****
What’s it take to pull a trigger
How much pressure do ya figure
Is required to dead a *****
Problem is you’re killin you
When you pull the trigger to
Shoot someone who looks like you
But ain’t that what you ****** do

****** don’t respect themselves
Never mind someone else
That’s why they keep their gats and shells
And you know what that often spells
Cuz ****** are up to no good
There’s gun smoke in the neighborhood
And it’s high time they realize
That it’s themselve who they despise – cuz

Any ***** can shoot a *****
What’s it take to pull a trigger
How much pressure do ya figure
Is required to dead a *****
Problem is you’re killin you
When you pull the trigger to
Shoot someone who looks like you
But ain’t that what you ****** do

Did you ever stop to think
****** could become extinct
In the time it takes to blink
Like some kind of missin link
Unless we suddenly stop killin
The prophesy will keep fulfillin
Even though the thought is chillin
Long as the blood just keep on spillin – cuz

Any ***** can shoot a *****
What’s it take to pull a trigger
How much pressure do ya figure
Is required to dead a *****
Problem is you’re killin you
When you pull the trigger to
Shoot someone who looks like you
But ain’t that what you ****** do

Although it’s often said in play
And despite what some folks say
The use of ***** ain’t okay
Though you might hear it everyday
My usage of it in this joint
Is for effect to prove a point
It’s not to glorify the term
But will you ****** ever learn – that

Any ***** can shoot a *****
What’s it take to pull a trigger
How much pressure do ya figure
Is required to dead a *****
Problem is you’re killin you
When you pull the trigger to
Shoot someone who looks like you
But ain’t that what you ****** do

Although it’s often said in play
And despite what some folks say
The use of ***** ain’t okay
Though you might hear it everyday
My usage of it in this joint
Is for effect to prove a point
It’s not to glorify the term
But will you ****** ever learn



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Other than
Hoping and wishing
Pence has
No ambition
Because he’ always
On a fool’s mission
In attempts to legitimize
The President’s lies

He’s a sycophant
Whose time is spent
******* up
He won’t relent
Nor shy away
From a complement
That’s undeserved
For a man well served


Like in
Shakespeare’s play
It’s always
On display
That lean
And hungry look
Straight from
The play’s book

But in
Any case,
He’ll remain
In place
Despite his desire
For an office higher
But it’s anyone but pence
That’s just common sense









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By: Cedric McClester

Let’s not pretend
As his madness
Descends
That we don’t know
How this saga will end
The epilogue already
Has been penned
Yet too few comprehend

The telltale signs
Are there to see
So it shouldn’t be
That much of a mystery
The potential ending
Has a long history
So let us gather
At a consistory

We need to pray
That it doesn’t happen
Though it’s not a leap
To envision him snapping
Resulting in some kind
Of misbegotten kidnapping
Brought to an end
By somebody clapping

He’s three cards short
Of a full deck
And I’m not saying this
Out of disrespect
I’m only revealing what
We should detect
That he is
A pending train wreck










Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2022.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

I’m lookin’ for a place to belong
Where I’m not judged
And people get along
Where differences don’t matter
Am I wrong
To want to find a place to belong

I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in

I’m lookin’ for a place to belong
Where the weak aren’t victimized
By the strong
And the meek aren’t trampled on
By the throng
I’m lookin’ for a place to belong

I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me  
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in

Now this may strike some as
A hopeless dream
If you can’t make the cut
Or the team
But it don’t matter
How bad it may seem
Never give up
Hold on to your dream

I’m lookin’ for a place to fit in
Where even losers sometimes
Tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place to fit i

I’m lookin’ for a place  to belong
Where I’m not judged
And people get along
Where differences don’t matter
Am I wrong
To want to find a place to belong



(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester,  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

I’m lookin’ for a place
To belong
Where I’m not judged
And people get along
Where differences don’t matter
Am I wrong
To want to find a place
To belong

I’m lookin’ for a place
To fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place
To fit in

I’m lookin’ for a place
To belong
Where the weak aren’t victimized
By the strong
And the meek aren’t
Trampled by the throng
I’m lookin’ for a place
To belong

I’m lookin’ for a place
To fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place
To fit in

Now this may strike some
As a hopeless dream
If you can’t make the cut
Or the team
But it don’t matter
How bad it may seem
Never give up
Hold on to your dream

I’m lookin’ for a place
To fit in
Where even losers
Sometimes tend to win
So forgive me
If I say it once again
I’m lookin’ for a place
To fit in

I’m lookin’ for a place
To belong
Where I’m not judged
And people get along
Where differences don’t matter
Am I wrong
To want to find a place
To belong



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By:Cedric McClester

They smoke, they drink
And fornicate
Then claim a religion
That they must hate
While trying to form
A new caliphate
Made up of gullible people
Led by an apostate

He’s studied Qu’ran
And got a degree
But routinely misleads
Muslim wannabes
By proselytizing
He makes ‘em agree
With his twisted logic
On how things should be

At the risk of redundancy
Let me restate
What I’ve said before
He’s an apostate
With his own religion
That’s comprised of hate
And most of the uumah
Does not relate

Some call him Sheikh
Other imam
But I call him apostate
Cuz I don't give a ****
Despite all his followers
Who’ve been programmed
Into believing his dogma
See they've just been scammed







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By: Cedric McClester

Call it a curse
A predilection
Or a disease
My own affliction
What I need more
Than a conviction
Is understanding
Without restriction

Self-destructive
Yeah perhaps
Every vein I have
Collapsed
My whole body
Has been taxed
I’ve tried to quit
But then I lapsed

I’m not looking
For sympathy
I’m just trying
To make you see
That it affects
More than just me
Even the suburbs
Are not free

I started out
Trying to ease my pain
It was doctor prescribed
Ain’t that insane
I took those pills
‘Til that day came
And ever since
I haven’t been the same

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

By: Cedric McClester

Call it a curse
A predilection
Or a disease
My own affliction
What I need more
Than a conviction
Is understanding
Without restriction

Self-destructive
Yeah perhaps
Every vein I have
Collapsed
My whole body
Has been taxed
I’ve tried to quit
But then I lapsed

I’m not looking
For sympathy
I’m just trying
To make you see
That it affects
More than just me
Even the suburbs
Are not free

I started out
Trying to ease my pain
It was doctor prescribed
Ain’t that insane
I took those pills
‘Til that day came
And ever since
I haven’t been the same

By: Cedric McClester

A president
Who does not heed
Sage advice
Wil make us bleed
And there’s no way
We can succeed
Once his ego
Had been freed

A president
Who eats his own
And resides inside
The Twilight Zone
Is different from
The ones we’ve known
‘Cos over time
He hasn’t grown

A president
Under duress
Who we all know
Lacks finesse
Will do some things
You wouldn’t guess
To extricate himself
Out of this mess

A president
Who lacks grace
And will lie
Right to your face
Is someone
Who will debase
That august office
In any case





Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.

By: Cedric McClester

A rap debate is
One thing - Ye
To decapitate is
Another (let’s say)
If I were Pete Davidson
I would run for cover
Cos I think he’s up against
A *****-whipped brother

It’s one thing to
Be hating - Ye
It’s another to be
Insinuating (Say)
You wanna ****
The guy your ex-wife’s dating?
Is that something we should be
Readily anticipating?

Your moves have all
Been childish
You’re coming off
Very Billie Eilish
For a man of your talent
That’s not very stylish
And it ain’t gonna get you
Any mileage

It’s obvious that
You’re hurting
Of that the world
Can be certain
So how do you show it
By flirting?
Better take your bow
Kim’s lowered the curtain







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