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May 2018
By:Cedric McClester

Kanye you have a
Right to your voice
But If you think 400 years
Of slavery was a choice
You’ve hurt me brother
And made my eyes moist
The same way you’ve made
Our enemies rejoice

Watch the words that come
Out of your mouth
You’re praising the devil
Coz your mind has gone south
And I’d like to know
What’s that all about
I like your music
But I’m prepared for a drought

Love who you want to
Even Donald Trump
Then watch your records
Wind up in a dump
All that you’re proving
Is you’re just a chump
A tool to be used
On his next campaign stump

Why go on TV
And cut the fool
I guess that it’s not
A hard and fast rule
That everyone can swim
Who jumps in that pool
If your mother were still alive
She’d take you to school






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rlghts reserved
Written by
Cedric McClester  New York, New York
(New York, New York)   
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