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Oct 2018
By: Cedric McClester

He says, he represents me,
But how in the world could that be?
When he’s too blind to see
That his mind needs to be free
He’s volunteering to be used
Which, is something I have refused
See, I don’t like being abused

He says, that his following
Will allow him to win
The African-Americans
But don’t believe him friends
Cuz I don’t care what he says
Ye is off of his meds
So, so much for his street creds
He might be a snitch for the Feds

He says, the man is a genius
But could he really mean this?
Ya heard? Ignorance is bliss,
Something like his wife’s first kiss
Clearly the man’s lost his mind
While seriously tryin’ to find
His stars which are unaligned
Now he’s in a hell of a bind

He says, he’ll take him on the campaign stump
Why not Kanye is a chump
To be out there Red Crossing for Trump
Who belongs in the garbage dump
That’s just my take on it, see
You can chalk that up to just me
But understanding is the key
So I wonder, if you agree?



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