By: Cedric McClester

He’s quick to lie
Though his face doesn’t show it
And if he keeps on
He’s sure to blow it
Yet the question remains
That he never explains
What did he know.
And when did he know it?

How in hell
Are we suppose to trust him
When he’s been playing footsie
With people in Russia
And the question remains
That he never explains
What did he know.
And when did he know it?

He can send out
All the spin that he needs to
But we wanna know
Where all of this lead to
So the question remains
That he never explains
What did he know
And when did he know it

The truth will come out
It always does in the end
To assume that it won’t
Is just to pretend
And the question remains
That he never explains
What did he know.
And when did he know it?







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