By: Cedric McClester

Who said we all
Gotta think the same
But brother I tell ya
I’m hip to yo’ game
Because you’re everywhere
Praising his name
Which only makes me wonder
Are you still insane?

400 years
Don’t make it a choice
Cuz some of us resisted
Until we lost our voice
So how could you say that
Was your mouth still moist?
The rope remains on the tree
Where the bodies were hoist

For listening to you
I guess that’s what we get
You’re still a narcissist
Talking that ****
And if we’re not careful
You’ll get a hit
Kinda unconventional marketing
I’ll have to admit

You’re not the only paradigm
There have been Uncle Toms
Since the beginning of time
Doing what they do
Without reason or rhyme
Now it’s your turn
And it still is a crime
Because I'm afraid that you crossed the line!





Cedric McClester,Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.