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’***** 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.