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By: Cedric McClester Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do A ***** lookin for respect Could pull out a Nine or Tec At a time you least expect And you might have to hit the deck Cuz when the bullets start to fly Those who don’t just might die And you don’t wanna go - okay Like ****** do around the way – cuz Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Keep one eye open when you sleep Cuz in the hood life is cheap So watch the company you keep Your main man might be a creep Don’t let ‘em get the drop on you The way some ****** like to do They’ll roll up on you with a crew And run a clip off into you Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do ****** don’t respect themselves Never mind someone else That’s why they keep their gats and shells And you know what that often spells Cuz ****** are up to no good There’s gun smoke in the neighborhood And it’s high time they realize That it’s themselve who they despise – cuz Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Did you ever stop to think ****** could become extinct In the time it takes to blink Like some kind of missin link Unless we suddenly stop killin The prophesy will keep fulfillin Even though the thought is chillin Long as the blood just keep on spillin – cuz Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Although it’s often said in play And despite what some folks say The use of ***** ain’t okay Though you might hear it everyday My usage of it in this joint Is for effect to prove a point It’s not to glorify the term But will you ****** ever learn – that Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Although it’s often said in play And despite what some folks say The use of ***** ain’t okay Though you might hear it everyday My usage of it in this joint Is for effect to prove a point It’s not to glorify the term But will you ****** ever learn (c) Copyright 2015. Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
ANY *****
By: Cedric McClester Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do A ***** lookin for respect Could pull out a Nine or Tec At a time you least expect And you might have to hit the deck Cuz when the bullets start to fly Those who don’t just might die And you don’t wanna go - okay Like ****** do around the way – cuz Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Keep one eye open when you sleep Cuz in the hood life is cheap So watch the company you keep Your main man might be a creep Don’t let ‘em get the drop on you The way some ****** like to do They’ll roll up on you with a crew And run a clip off into you Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do ****** don’t respect themselves Never mind someone else That’s why they keep their gats and shells And you know what that often spells Cuz ****** are up to no good There’s gun smoke in the neighborhood And it’s high time they realize That it’s themselve who they despise – cuz Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Did you ever stop to think ****** could become extinct In the time it takes to blink Like some kind of missin link Unless we suddenly stop killin The prophesy will keep fulfillin Even though the thought is chillin Long as the blood just keep on spillin – cuz Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Although it’s often said in play And despite what some folks say The use of ***** ain’t okay Though you might hear it everyday My usage of it in this joint Is for effect to prove a point It’s not to glorify the term But will you ****** ever learn – that Any ***** can shoot a ***** What’s it take to pull a trigger How much pressure do ya figure Is required to dead a ***** Problem is you’re killin you When you pull the trigger to Shoot someone who looks like you But ain’t that what you ****** do Although it’s often said in play And despite what some folks say The use of ***** ain’t okay Though you might hear it everyday My usage of it in this joint Is for effect to prove a point It’s not to glorify the term But will you ****** ever learn (c) Copyright 2015. Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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By: Cedric McClester Despite some misconceptions And attacks Endure for centuries By us blacks Let me lay down Some unknown facts How ‘bout we start with Henrietta Lacks For most of us After our death Other than memories What else is left? For our survivors The bereft Yet her cells live on It’s a matter of theft From Henrietta’s Cancerous cells A bold idea Suddenly jells Spawning cures for cancer As her biographer tells And in vitro fertilization Other things as well Science took complete advantage Of her cells Which they still manage Though she died of cervical cancer Her cells provided them With the answer To scientific mystery Check out her cells history Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
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Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
HENRIETTA LACKS
By: Cedric McClester Locked down nineteen hours Five hours he plays That’s the way the prisoner Whiles away his days On death row for the murders Of his wife and son Locked in a four foot nine cell For the crime he’s done Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Decomposing and headless In San Francisco Bay He said she was missing But she was found that way His son’s lifeless fetus Had previously washed ashore Which repulsed everyone Even that much more Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Her family were all hoping She’d be found alive Though he knew she was dead He feigned concern (what jive) She was weighted down Which made him quite convinced That she’d never be found Floating in that rinse Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath While they were contemplating Their poor loved one’s fate His only concern was Which chick he should date See he had to satisfy An internal itch But karma is a mother for ya It can be a ***** Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Jan 14, 2016
Jan 14, 2016 at 10:31 AM UTC
FOUR YEARS DOWN AND COUNTING
By: Cedric McClester Locked down nineteen hours Five hours he plays That’s the way the prisoner Whiles away his days On death row for the murders Of his wife and son Locked in a four foot nine cell For the crime he’s done Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Decomposing and headless In San Francisco Bay He said she was missing But she was found that way His son’s lifeless fetus Had previously washed ashore Which repulsed everyone Even that much more Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Her family were all hoping She’d be found alive Though he knew she was dead He feigned concern (what jive) She was weighted down Which made him quite convinced That she’d never be found Floating in that rinse Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath While they were contemplating Their poor loved one’s fate His only concern was Which chick he should date See he had to satisfy An internal itch But karma is a mother for ya It can be a ***** Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Four years down and counting See I’ve done the math It’s death by lethal injection For that sick sociopath Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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By: Cedric McClester I was born and raised in the ghetto But the ghetto wasn't raised in me Guess that's why I be the way I be Some people say I'm crazy  cool See Mama didn't raise a fool Every day I went to school To overcome my environment No wasted time was spent I was born and raised in the ghetto - see But the ghetto wasn't raised in me Guess that's why I be the way I be It never is just up to chance We're not victims of circumstance Though some are seeking an excuse But I just think, hey what's the use I was born and raised in the ghetto - see But the ghetto wasn't raised in me (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
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Apr 24, 2015
Apr 24, 2015 at 1:00 AM UTC
BORN AND RAISED IN THE GHETTO
By: Cedric McClester When Trump and Carson fall And the foolishness ceases Rubio will be there To pick up the pieces He’s salivating As his chance increases He’s now looking at curtains And White House leases When Trump and Carson fall And the race is in shambles He’ll bet his  house You see. The man gambles He’s not alone Cuz there’s many other examples Of men who’ve picked up swatches And other samples When Trump and Carson fall And they look towards the rest Rubio’s convinced That he alone is the best In fact he’s thinking Nevertheless It will be him and not the others There’s no contest When Trump and Carson fall As inevitably they must And Marco Rubio watches the others Bite the dust As they complain Then spit and cuss Marco will be the one To lead the rest of us Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.
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Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 5:44 AM UTC
WHEN TRUMP AND CARSON FALL
By: Cedric McClester To achieve your ambition Stop hoping and wishing Voting is a mission It’s like going fishing No fish will you find If you don’t cast your line So drop your remote And go out and vote Your candidate Might not win the debate But let me clearly state If you don’t participate Then you abdicate By not voting your choice You lose your voice And can never rejoice Democracy demands Having all hands Both critics and fans Despite their brands Being involved To get their problems solved Things tend to revolve So we’ll be absolved Voting is a right We could lose over night Unless we unite Stop being uptight And stay engage in the fight For which people died Payed in blood or their hide To not be denied Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2018. All rights reserved.
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Nov 15, 2018
Nov 15, 2018 at 7:41 AM UTC
VOTING IS A MISSION
By: Cedric McClester As we shall see infidelity While seeming to be The latest fashion Where there’s conviction And passion So even those Who walk down the aisle Are often betrayed by words or a smile Increasingly We’re beginning to see Infidelity Wouldn’t you agree Let’s keep it real There’s Bill -  (And Camille) Knows how it feels When tabloids reveal The infidelity That she didn’t see Though it kept happening Time and again Increasingly We’re beginning to see Infidelity Wouldn’t you agree The unions survive The husbands and wives Living separate lives Check out the archives So what’s the reason For their treason Finding someone to squeeze in Must be in season It’s hard to respect Those you wouldn’t suspect Of bedding the babysitter So you can’t blame the wives For being angry or bitter Cuz it never occurred It was the babysitter Who was preferred Increasingly We’re beginning to see Infidelity Wouldn’t you agree Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 10:32 PM UTC
INFIDELITY
By: Cedric McClester ALLAHU-AKBAR, (TRUE) GOD IS GREATER THAN THEY KNEW Or why would they do what they do And then pervert al-Islam too BISMILAH – (IN THE NAME OF ALLAH) They plant bombs inside of cars To blow up strangers near and far But they take things too ******* far AL-HUMDILILAH – (PRAISE ALLAH) But not by giving Islam a scar Who the hell they think they are Shaytan’s minions? They’re on par ASTAGFIGALAH (MAY ALLAH FORGIVE) Those not cursed by how they live Chopping heads off especially with A rusty knife known as a shiv INSHALLAH (IF IT’S ALLAH’S WILL) Those who maim and also **** Will soon be presented with the bill And their ambitions will get them nil ALLAHU-ALUM (ALLAH KNOWS BEST) The sins they will have to confess To get those sins up off their chest While facing hell fire nevertheless WALAHI (I SWEAR BY ALLAH) Hell will find them wherever they are In their homes near or far Because they have raised the bar YA-HAMUKALAH (MAY ALLAH PROTECT YOU) From those **** Who constantly beat their war drums And take advantage of the deaf blind and dumb Copyright © 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
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May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 12:46 AM UTC
ALLAHU-AKBAR, (TRUE)
By: Cedric McClester It’s, “affordable housing,” That we can’t afford Our cries in vain Go largely ignored So please don’t ask us Where the grapes of wrath are stored If you don’t want us To respond untoward They show us an unaffordable AMI For people who barely Are just getting by So to call it affordable Is a bold face lie That try though they may They cannot deny We’re brought together To plan and plot Our community’s future Are we not But they won’t admit To what’s already in place Like a zoning change What a disgrace Ultimately we’re told our future’s Up to us And if we believe them As they say we must They seek our ideas Like they really matter But I know all that is Is just chitter chatter Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
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Mar 7, 2017
Mar 7, 2017 at 10:24 PM UTC
“AFFORDABLE HOUSING”
By: Cedric McClester You went undercover Only to discover That your big brother Was watching you There’s no escaping Cos he was taping Now you don’t know What to do You’re reaction To this distraction Has you packing But they’ll be trackin Where you are Use your cell and they can tell Whether you’re walkin Or in a car Nineteen eight-four Came inside the door And Orwell had it right Like a doting mother Your big brother Is clockin you day and night You feel trapped Cos your phone is tapped And your TV’s watchin you The places you shop At every store you stop Has information too The time and date What you bought and ate Nineteen eight-four Is inside the door And Orwell had it right Like a doting mother Your big brother Is clockin you day and night You feel trapped Cos your phone is tapped And your TV’s watchin you The places you shop At every store you stop Has information too The time and date What you bought and ate Nineteen eight-four Is inside the door And Orwell had it right Like a doting mother Your big brother Is clockin you day and night You’re reaction To this distraction Has you packing But they’ll be trackin Where you are Use your cell and they can tell Whether you’re walkin Or in a car Nineteen eight-four Is inside the door And Orwell had it right Like a doting mother Your big brother Is clockin you day and night (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 8:14 AM UTC
BIG BROTHER (1984)
By: Cedric McClester Thanks for never giving up on me You always kept your cool Even when it was plain to see I was acting like a fool You’re the one who believed in me When there was no one else And your encouragement was the key To making me believe in myself Thanks for all your time and energy And everything that you invest in me Thanks for your words of encouragement Especially when my head is bent How can I ever thank you enough For all you do and have done For being there when it gets rough I’m just so proud to be your son At times you even were my crutch That’s what everybody said They even thought you were too much From what I’ve heard and read Thanks for all your time and energy And everything that you invest in me Thanks for your words of encouragement Especially when my head is bent I never would have come this far Had it not been for you So you deserve these accolades And every word is true It’s little more than the gratitude That you’re deserving of These are heart-felt platitudes That are used to express my lov Thanks for all your time and energy And everything that you invest in me Thanks for your words of encouragement Especially when my head is bent You brought me closer to the goal That I had set for myself Right from the start you were sold Long before anyone else You’re the rock that gives me strength Because of you I persevere And I would go to any length To thank you I’m sincere I never would have come this far Had it not been for you So you deserve these accolades And every word is true It’s little more than the gratitude That you’re deserving of These are heart-felt platitudes That are used to express my love Thanks for never giving up on me You always kept your cool Even when it was plain to see I was acting like a fool You’re the one who believed in me When there was no one else And your encouragement was the key To making me believe in myself Cedric McClester,Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.
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Oct 15, 2015
Oct 15, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
...FOR NEVER GIVING UP ON ME
By: Cedric McClester Thanks for never giving up on me You always kept your cool Even when it was plain to see I was acting like a fool You’re the one who believed in me When there was no one else And your encouragement was the key To making me believe in myself Thanks for all your time and energy And everything that you invest in me Thanks for your words of encouragement Especially when my head is bent How can I ever thank you enough For all you do and have done For being there when it gets rough I’m just so proud to be your son At times you even were my crutch That’s what everybody said They even thought you were too much From what I’ve heard and read Thanks for all your time and energy And everything that you invest in me Thanks for your words of encouragement Especially when my head is bent I never would have come this far Had it not been for you So you deserve these accolades And every word is true It’s little more than the gratitude That you’re deserving of These are heart-felt platitudes That are used to express my lov Thanks for all your time and energy And everything that you invest in me Thanks for your words of encouragement Especially when my head is bent You brought me closer to the goal That I had set for myself Right from the start you were sold Long before anyone else You’re the rock that gives me strength Because of you I persevere And I would go to any length To thank you I’m sincere I never would have come this far Had it not been for you So you deserve these accolades And every word is true It’s little more than the gratitude That you’re deserving of These are heart-felt platitudes That are used to express my love Thanks for never giving up on me You always kept your cool Even when it was plain to see I was acting like a fool You’re the one who believed in me When there was no one else And your encouragement was the key To making me believe in myself Cedric McClester,Copyright © 2015. All Rights Reserved.
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By: Cedric McClester The night was hot So she retreated To her front stoop But things got heated 5 shots rang out Into the night And who got hit You guessed it right Dem thugs ‘n gangstas Ain’t up to no good Dey always Shootin up the neighborhood Pregnant and shot Right through the neck And so the ambulance Made the trek To the hospital Five blocks away Where she arrived DOA Dem thugs ‘n gangstas Ain’t up to no good Dey always Shootin up the neighborhood In the O.R. It was intense But due to God And providence A healthy baby boy Was born Torn from her womb His mother, gone An act of violence Gone aerie A pregnant woman Caused to die Because of someone’s Senseless act And nothing said Can bring her back Dem thugs ‘n gangstas Ain’t up to no good Dey always Shootin up the neighborhood In the O.R. It was intense But due to God And providence A healthy baby boy Was born Torn from the womb His mother gone An act of violence Gone aerie A pregnant woman Caused to die Because of someone’s Senseless act And nothing said Can bring her back Dem thugs ‘n gangstas Ain’t up to no good Dey always Shootin up the neighborhood (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
DEM THUGS 'N GANGSTAS
By: Cedric McClester You lying *** You so and so, You didn’t know, That she would go? As if the general Didn’t tell you though, You’re claiming ignorance And putting on a show You lying *** You so and so Keep it up And your nose will grow Just like the puppet Pinocchio You’re trying to reach A new plateau You lying *** You so and so, You paint a picture But you’re no Van Gogh You’re gonna fall Like a domino See you belong In a minstrel show You lying *** You so and so, You hired her Don’t cha think We know? That you’re duplicitous As world leaders know, yo Like Canada's Justin Trudeau Cedric McClester,  Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 7:16 PM UTC
YOU LYING ***
By: Cedric McClester It’s a shame And the disgrace is A neon shirt And pink shoelaces Resulted in an act So tasteless That the victim wound up With stitches in some places A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this Why you ask Was he under attack Homophobia And as a matter of fact Though it’s not a case Of white or black The bottom line is It was a hateful act A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this What people do In my point of view Is a matter of personal choice Not up for review Unless it’s hurting others Or causes their rights to Be infringed upon Then ya might wanna sue A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this And here’s the thing That I don’t get How is what he does Considered a threat To anybody else Albeit Even those who object Shouldn’t become upset – cos A neon shirt and pink shoelaces Or acting effeminate If that’s what the case is Physically attacking him Was entirely baseless And sooner or later We all need to face this (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 4:30 PM UTC
A NEON SHIRT AND PINK SHOELACES
By: Cedric McClester ***** **** *** Terms that we all know Which only goes to show The depths to which men go To shame women although They have mothers who Get categorized that way too But they act like who knew ***** **** *** It has a certain flow On and on we go Tryin’ to bring ‘em low But it’s not fair and yo We need to take it slow Before those labels stick Let’s change our rhetoric ***** **** *** People that we know Use it frequently although It shouldn’t be that way but yo Guess that’s just how it go We use it for ammo When we refuse to grow Change sometimes is slow ***** **** *** Are terms that havta go Why hold ‘em in escrow For the sake of puttin’ on a show Of put downs that’s below The ladies we bestow Those names on even though They’ve become status quo Cedric McClester. Copyright © 2015. All rights reserved.
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Dec 2, 2015
Dec 2, 2015 at 11:38 PM UTC
***** **** ***
By: Cedric McClester Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** at rest After all he’s been through he deserved no less But y’all like to drop his name nevertheless No respect for the dead if I was to guess Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** died But y’all still call him like he was alive If the truth be told then you would confide Nothin I said can be denied Your ***** – my ***** our ***** too Carried himself the way most ****** do Pants fallin down draggin at his shoe Actin as if he had a missin ***** Your ***** – my ***** our ***** was Characterized by what a ***** does Everywhere he goes he creates a buzz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** see Met with a horrible tragedy So he’s not here he ceases to be Anything other than a memory Free at last free at last at last he’s free Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** gave Everything he had when he was enslaved Finally at rest in a six foot grave And all we’re left with is his name to save Your ***** – my ***** - our ****** through But then again I think somehow you knew To a ****** code the ***** was true Now letting him go is the thing to do Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** left But none of y’all act as if you are bereft Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn (c) Copyright 2015. Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
OUR NIGGA'S GONE
By: Cedric McClester Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** at rest After all he’s been through he deserved no less But y’all like to drop his name nevertheless No respect for the dead if I was to guess Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** died But y’all still call him like he was alive If the truth be told then you would confide Nothin I said can be denied Your ***** – my ***** our ***** too Carried himself the way most ****** do Pants fallin down draggin at his shoe Actin as if he had a missin ***** Your ***** – my ***** our ***** was Characterized by what a ***** does Everywhere he goes he creates a buzz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** see Met with a horrible tragedy So he’s not here he ceases to be Anything other than a memory Free at last free at last at last he’s free Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** gave Everything he had when he was enslaved Finally at rest in a six foot grave And all we’re left with is his name to save Your ***** – my ***** - our ****** through But then again I think somehow you knew To a ****** code the ***** was true Now letting him go is the thing to do Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** left But none of y’all act as if you are bereft Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn Your ***** - my ***** - our ****** gone Over 5000 people were there to morn So when I hear you callin him I get real torn And emotionally become a bit forlorn Your ***** – my ***** –our ****** dead What’s it gonna take to get that through your head Some blame it on the kinda life he led But I blame it on all y’all instead Your ***** – my ***** everywhere I go Our ****** dead - act like you know It’s become a sport or some kinda game To casually evoke his name in vain Your ***** – my ***** – our ***** is Turning in the grave site where he lives All the while wonderin what the hell gives And I ain’t jiving you I’m talkin square biz Your ***** – my ***** – our ****** gone Out of pain and struggle our ***** was born The object of ridicule and also scorn Now the mention of his name only brings a yawn (c) Copyright 2015. Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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By: Cedric McClester The coming of Trump Like the coming of Jesus Is hailed by the masses He knows how to please us Or maybe it’s that He just knows how to tease us Cuz he’s clearly not Christ Nor is he close to Jesus The coming of Trump Like Jesus went through Galilee All that’s missing Are the palm fronds ya see But Jesus rode an *** Trump rides an airplane And so you’d have to say alas The two just aren’t the same The coming of Trump With all the adulation As if his words alone Could really save the nation And those who are prone To not have any patience You find at every stop Wishing him their salutations The coming of Trump Like Jesus’ Sermon On-The- Mount Talks about bringing Many things into account He’s gonna build a fence At a huge discount The Mexicans will pay for it Which for him is paramount Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
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Apr 18, 2016
Apr 18, 2016 at 4:50 AM UTC
THE COMING OF TRUMP
By: Cedric McClester Judging by the way It’s now appearing Looks like the lady Wants a hearing Even though their deadline Is swiftly nearing And old white men Are often domineering There’s two sides to Each and every story Theirs and the truth Then there’s allegory Now you can disagree But you can’t ignore me He might cop a plea If he wants to bore me She’ll be accused of All kinds of lying As he prods along Patently denying That anything happened Way back then You know how it is Men will be men How it’s gonna wind up Is anybody’s guess Although he should be toast More or less Cuz his confirmation’s turning Into one big mess He should be withdrawn See it’s no contest Cedri c McClester, Copyright © 2018.  All rights reserved.
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Sep 17, 2018
Sep 17, 2018 at 10:41 AM UTC
JUDGING BY THE WAY...
By: Cedric McClester From the streets Of the windy city In a cold world that Showed him no pity He used his gift of gab To sell their kitty And it wasn’t done By committee Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He had no shame Or second thoughts He was true to the game Followed the dots He ducked the law Sidestepped their plots Paid his dues And carried knots Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him Iceberg Slim was A legend True to the game And his profession Handled his business With discretion Then wrote a book A true confession He tired of the **** life In the end He couldn’t go through the motions And just pretend He started feeling like He might have been condemned And he didn’t like What that might portend Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him He was a **** a playa A consummate lady slayer Who knew the game So what’s his name Iceberg Slim I know you heard of him Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Feb 21, 2016
Feb 21, 2016 at 3:28 AM UTC
ICEBERG SLIM
By: Cedric McClester Snitches get stitches So nobody drops a dime Meanwhile we're the biggest victims Of inner city crime It's happenin' everyday Without reason or rhyme Don't cha think it's high time We change that paradigm Snitches get stitches That's the code of the street But you'll be given up Once the cops apply the heat That Mafia example In real life ain't complete Cos they're the biggest snitches That you'll ever meet Snitches get stitches And they probably should If both of ‘em were down Then it's understood But if you see sumthin' Happenin' in the hood Then you need to say sumthin Cos I know I would Snitches get stitches That's the code of the street But you'll be given up Once the cops apply the heat That Mafia example In real life ain't complete Cos they're the biggest snitches That you'll ever meet Our mutual destruction Is clearly assured If the challenges we're facing Continually get ignored Our future salvation Demands we're of one accord So let's pray for the strength As we look towards the Lord Snitches get stitches But ya wanna know the truth It's high time the rest of us Better stop being aloof We're dying every day The statistics are the proof So let's raise the white flag And declare a truce Snitches get stitches That's the code of the street But you'll be given up Once the cops apply the heat That Mafia example In real life ain't complete Cos they're the biggest snitches That you'll ever meet Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015.  All rights reserved.
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 1:07 PM UTC
SNITCHES GET STITCHES
By: Cedric McClester Snitches get stitches So nobody drops a dime Meanwhile we're the biggest victims Of inner city crime It's happenin' everyday Without reason or rhyme Don't cha think it's high time We change that paradigm Snitches get stitches That's the code of the street But you'll be given up Once the cops apply the heat That Mafia example In real life ain't complete Cos they're the biggest snitches That you'll ever meet Snitches get stitches And they probably should If both of ‘em were down Then it's understood But if you see sumthin' Happenin' in the hood Then you need to say sumthin Cos I know I would Snitches get stitches That's the code of the street But you'll be given up Once the cops apply the heat That Mafia example In real life ain't complete Cos they're the biggest snitches That you'll ever meet Our mutual destruction Is clearly assured If the challenges we're facing Continually get ignored Our future salvation Demands we're of one accord So let's pray for the strength As we look towards the Lord Snitches get stitches But ya wanna know the truth It's high time the rest of us Better stop being aloof We're dying every day The statistics are the proof So let's raise the white flag And declare a truce Snitches get stitches That's the code of the street But you'll be given up Once the cops apply the heat That Mafia example In real life ain't complete Cos they're the biggest snitches That you'll ever meet Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2015.  All rights reserved.
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By: Cedric McClester Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad Those who says don’t build it there Don’t want it built anywhere You can shake your head and sigh But it’s American as apple pie It’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie His campaign ad’s imagery Of Nine/Eleven is on TV I hate to even say his name Because it’s clear he has no shame You can shake your head and sigh But he’s American as apple pie He’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie Divide and conquer Has become a tool Cos they don’t believe in The Golden Rule So who is it they think they fool The uninformed and unschooled It’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie We don’t seem to know no more What it is that we stand for Some say freedom But I’m not so sure When hatred and division Is at the core Of what we’re seeing nowadays So openly as it plays It’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie Divide and conquer Has become a tool Cos they don’t believe in The Golden Rule So who is it they think they fool The uninformed and unschooled Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad Those who says don’t build it there Don’t want it built anywhere You can shake your head and sigh But it’s American as apple pie She’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 1:33 AM UTC
AMERICAN AS APPLE PIE
By: Cedric McClester Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad Those who says don’t build it there Don’t want it built anywhere You can shake your head and sigh But it’s American as apple pie It’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie His campaign ad’s imagery Of Nine/Eleven is on TV I hate to even say his name Because it’s clear he has no shame You can shake your head and sigh But he’s American as apple pie He’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie Divide and conquer Has become a tool Cos they don’t believe in The Golden Rule So who is it they think they fool The uninformed and unschooled It’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie We don’t seem to know no more What it is that we stand for Some say freedom But I’m not so sure When hatred and division Is at the core Of what we’re seeing nowadays So openly as it plays It’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie Divide and conquer Has become a tool Cos they don’t believe in The Golden Rule So who is it they think they fool The uninformed and unschooled Sister Sara’s talkin’ ‘bout reload I think she’s tryin’ to get my goad Those who says don’t build it there Don’t want it built anywhere You can shake your head and sigh But it’s American as apple pie She’s American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie As American as apple pie (c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
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By: Cedric McClester Time goes by fast But memories that last Are like snap-shots of the past That we view in contrast To the here and now And so we make a vow To apply the breaks And avoid our past mistakes Time goes by fast And nothing ever lasts For those who are miscast Or the errant iconoclast In the rear view mirror Things become much clearer To the standard bearer Who see them much nearer Than they were before When it was easier to ignore The intricate designs Of the various warning signs Time goes by fast And nothing ever lasts For those who are miscast Or the errant iconoclast Seconds minutes hours With all it’s magical powers We observe like blooming flowers That time finally devours And as slowly we retreat To our thoughts so bitter sweet Not acquiescing to defeat That occasionally we meet So we long for yesteryear Cuz we’re far away from there And the veil is very shear Between there and here Time goes by fast And nothing ever lasts For those who are miscast Or the errant iconoclast Time goes by fast But memories that last Are like snap-shots of the past That we view in contrast To the here and now And so we make a vow To apply the breaks And avoid our past mistakes Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2016. All rights reserved.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
TIME GOES BY FAST
By: Cedric McClester Don’t drink the elixir That he’s trying to sell If you start believing him He'll catch you in his spell Avoid the snake oil salesman At all and any cost If you follow his advice You’ll truly be lost He’s a snake oil salesman Traveling state to state Trying to sell his portion That you're gonna learn to hate (2nd Verse) Don’t drink his elixir Though pleasant to the taste Some have bought it wholesale Others by the case Don’t believe the claims The snake oil salesman makes He’ll say or do anything That he thinks it takes He’s a snake oil salesman Traveling state to state Trying to sell his portion That you're gonna learn to hate He’ll never reveal what’s inside Of his opaque bottle But he wants you to take the ride While he goes full throttle He’s a snake oil salesman You better heed my warning It might be too late Once you’re underneath his awning He’s a snake oil salesman I’ve told you once before Cuz it’s at your own peril If you choose to ignore He’s a snake oil salesman Traveling state to state Trying to sell his portion That you'll learn to hate Don’t drink his elixir Though pleasant to the taste Some have bought it wholesale Others by the case Don’t believe the claims The snake oil salesman makes He’ll say or do anything That he thinks it takes Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016. All rights reserved.
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Nov 19, 2016
Nov 19, 2016 at 8:55 PM UTC
SNAKE OIL SALESMAN
By: Cedric McClester It’s a steep hill to climb But I’ll climb it anyway Hoping I might make it To the top one day It’s a steep hill to climb But I’m in for the long haul I’m heading for the top Even if I have to crawl It’s a steep hill to climb But I’m climbing every inch I won’t be sidelined I’m not sitting on a bench It’s a steep hill to climb There ain’t no doubt But there’s a way to the top That I’ve figured out It’s a steep hill to climb Yet I’m not discouraged All it takes on my part Is a little courage It’s a steep hill to climb But I’m climbing every inch I won’t be sidelined I’m not sitting on a bench It’s a steep hill to climb But I’m not dropping out Getting to the top Is what I’m all about It’s a steep hill to climb But don’t expect me to be gone I’m too ****** determined Not to carry on It’s a steep hill to climb But I have to do it Despite the obstacles And you and I both knew it Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
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May 18, 2016
May 18, 2016 at 6:21 AM UTC
It’S A Steep Hill To Climb
By: Cedric McClester Justice delayed is justice denied A familiar credo rarely applied So the call for it is a rising tide They’re only trying to close the divide It came so quickly in Baltimore Like nothing that they had ever seen before The young prosecutor was so able and sure Though she never tried a case like it before This time a rookie would light the fuse People rejoiced once given the news The laws don’t exist for police to abuse Responsible parties have to pay some dues She laid the facts out chapter and verse Starting with what she said occurred first It began to appear that Freddie was cursed As she laid out the charges it looked even worst Although color only tends to distract If you must keep track as a matter of fact Out of the six cops three were black Which doesn’t suggest that they knew how to act Cops bleed blue whether black or white The uniform’s the same am I wrong or right? Either or they’ll put out your light Then say you resisted and put up a fight People were asking how Freddie died Some rightly suspected from a bumpy ride And now that those facts have been verified It’s more than a theory that will get tried Just as if Freddie was sending a sign His broken neck and a badly cracked spine Wasn’t self-inflicted we got to find Did they really think that we’d lost our minds © Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester.  All rights reserved.
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 8:31 PM UTC
JUSTICE DELAYED IS JUSTICE DENIED