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By: Cedric McClester One dead, fifteen wounded When an argument broke out But ya might have assumed it Brown liquor there’s no doubt At the club they consumed it Fallen people all about Because that foredoomed it ‘Woulda thought we had enough Of people running around All over town with gats and stuff Ya know the consequences Can be more than rough When you wind up arrested And being handcuffed And it’s usually the case That they can’t shoot straight Someone’s hit in the face That didn’t participate Cos’ a stranger had bass They took the weight Wrong time, wrong place This time it happened in Ohio Cincinnati to be precise But why oh! why oh! Couldn’t they have played nice So no one had to die, though It's a fool’s advice They shoulda applied, yo        Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
ONE DEAD, FIFTEEN WOUNDED
By: Cedric McClester One dead, fifteen wounded When an argument broke out But ya might have assumed it Brown liquor there’s no doubt At the club they consumed it Fallen people all about Because that foredoomed it ‘Woulda thought we had enough Of people running around All over town with gats and stuff Ya know the consequences Can be more than rough When you wind up arrested And being handcuffed And it’s usually the case That they can’t shoot straight Someone’s hit in the face That didn’t participate Cos’ a stranger had bass They took the weight Wrong time, wrong place This time it happened in Ohio Cincinnati to be precise But why oh! why oh! Couldn’t they have played nice So no one had to die, though It's a fool’s advice They shoulda applied, yo        Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017.  All rights reserved.
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Mar 26, 2017
Mar 26, 2017 at 4:17 PM UTC
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