when you feel like your never going to give in but what will show threw your self image.

your mind lets it rain and bend the rules.
your only fried who has never left your side is your shadow witch ha be came a single  identity of it's own.

what do you want to do when you had enough?  what i do is would riot against.

what road do i take the road of my own life falling into satians gates.
how far is the fight to make my ground and my point

Cedric McClester

It’s just a cogent observation
We never was a civilized nation
So what’s the point in now losing patience
With the fact that we’ve been complacent
About gun violence as you might have guessed
Has us returning to the wild wild West
‘Cos the bullets fly with remarkable success
And so few of us rise up to even contest

We never was a civilized nation
Let the so-called Indians make that citation
Based on their years of deprivation
With seemingly little or no cessation
Ask the victims of the atom bomb
Whose shockwaves could be felt form Japan to Guam
Had them on their knees reciting the 23rd Psalms
When the mushroom cloud settled there was an irie like calm

We never was civilized
And that’s a sad fact
Today we can Google every single act
Of past atrocities from way way back
No sense in exceptionalists becoming outraged
When the examples are there page after page
Under a glaring spotlight they’re center stage
Ask the African slaves who were shackled and caged

We never were civilized
So the chickens came home to roost
And they didn’t even have to be induced
Once the hounds of hell had been cut loose
Now they’re asking, “What we gonna do?”
See this didn’t just happen out of the blue
And it’s clear to us there has to be a missing *****
When the Gog and Magog start getting through


Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015.  All rights reserved.

How come it takes so much effort to get something good
And none at all to get everything bad?

Your presence, your love
Lifts me upon cloud seven
Though I'd rather spend my time
With someone else
Perhaps on cloud two
For I am to afraid
Of falling deep
All the way
Again

I'm pretty much done
We both know
Where things are headed
You may as well
Push me off the hill
And watch me roll down it
Maybe I'll hit a rock
On the way
Then you can see
Me bleed
I'll try to pick some flowers
On the way as well
I'm sure it will be lovely.