By: Cedric McClester

Hard to believe
When we hear at first
Hard to conceive
Yet we have a thirst
To know the details
Tell me what’s worst
The truth of the matter
Or what’s rehearsed

Public people
Private personas
A handful know the deal
Other aren’t gonna
Secretive
Is how they live
When they perform
They give us all they have to give

When they left
We felt robbed
We lost our breath
It made us sob
Understanding death
Is so **** hard
Like grand theft
It leaves us scarred

Public people
Private personas
A handful know the deal
Other aren’t gonna
Secretive
Is how they live
When they perform
They give us all they have to give

The list of names
Run the gamut
Like someone somewhere
Must have programmed it
It’s so intense
It don’t make sense
But all their dirt will come out
In the rinse









Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2018.  All rights reserved.