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Jackie Apr 2014
Choose ****. Choose a dealer. Choose your rolling papers. Choose a ****. Choose mind numbingly long conversations about **** all. Choose home grown. Choose frequent holidays to amsterdam. Choose red eyes. Choose the biggets pizza ever for when the munchies kick in. Choose paranoia. Choose chilling with mates. Choose hallucinating about a giant green hedgehog following you home. Choose watching Cheech and Chong. Choose skunk. Choose super skunk. Choose hiding your stash from the police. Choose spilling ***** **** water on your carpet. Choose a fake jamaican accent. Choose space cakes. Choose your future. Choose ****.
Chuck Jan 2013
I'm the best, there ever was
Can't get with me, at da club
Other poets, need to respect
My reputation, I'll protect
I got a 9, pen in my hand
Write your name, in the sand
To me, you can't never stand
I ain't afraid, to let out a curse
Write you in, an ugly verse
I'm da best, you da worst

You can't, stay with my meter
I spit sick, iambic pentameter  
I'm da truth you da cheater
You rhyme like Armstrong rides
You have to dope, ya got no rhymes
You da Cheech I'm da Chong
I write, you smoke da ****
You da burger, I'm da veal
I earn likes, you freakin still
You got da, cheesy *** rhymes
Droppin' words, like love & sublime
I put the free, in free verse
You all about, Nonsense Verse
I drop a sonnet, makes his head Shake
I'm the Chaucer, you da fake
I'm a Lyric, you the Lune
You can't quit writen', too crazy soon
Your stuff is dirt, mines the moon
You want a challenge, get in the ring
I'll make you cry but your mama sing

You'all poets, you got to know
You da fluff, I'm da show
I'm the king of the poets, HELLO
Thought it would be funny to be a gangsta poet. For the record, no disrespect to poets or rappers. I wrote this for fun. I like rap.
John F McCullagh Dec 2011
In Brooklyn, in these hectic times,
if Mom-hood gets you down
you need a little pick me up
so you won't fret and frown.

When we boomers were just babies
Mom might have a glass of wine.
Just enough to take the edge off
and leave her feeling fine.

But Generation X and Y
are more like Cheech and Chong
when baby gets your dander up
It's time to light a ****.

A little **** of Mary Jane
gives Moms a pause to sigh.
"Good night Moon" is a gripping read
when Mom is flying high.

Put the little Prince to bed
before Mom has a fit.
Motherhood is stressful
she just needs to take a "hit"

When the" little terrors" get you down
Just think - "this too will pass"
sneak off and roll yourself a joint
We know you have a stash.
Inspired by a New York Post article detailing recreational marijuana use among Young Mother's in Brooklyn and Manhattan. Lighting up has replaced a glass of wine as the go to choice of Moms in need of stress relief.
Ottis Blades Nov 2012
Once upon a time in an alternate universe not too long ago
I met the cheekiest babe from the other side of the world.
She went by Smurfette, she loved to call me Papa Smurf
and Vanity wasn’t gay, the ******* just loved himself too much.

She always sat by the window, detoxicating herself of verses
cranking out a few lyrics, scoping the city in the trenches.
Of the love we waged never wavering and waving a white flag
“I’m gonna put you to bed” were all our wars went to die.

But I was more than alive, inside the land from down under
called her Daphne the Nymph, the voluptuous Greek Goddess.
Wanted to raise little Koalas together in our Kangaroo farm
in every kiss we traded souls, in every breath we lost our lives.

And we gained them again back when the Jitneys were blue
our sweat-drenched bodies overtaken by some strange voodoo.
Every ship we embarked on was lost in the Atlantic without return
James Bean captained our vessel, holding it together with crazy glue.

In New York City locked lips inside a phone booth, it was euphoria
she was already born a Queen since she hailed from Astoria.
Our Bohemian Rhapsody blended like Cheech & Chong on a ******
her pouty lips, ****** smile, five years later how can I forget her?

Her voice, beautiful sparrow, vocal chords stone carved like no other
and yet normally speaking she sounded like the Crocodile Hunter
Soaked the landscape of her essence, remembrance without a beat
the song she wrote about us, plays in my heart eternally on repeat.
When I was 14 in 04
it was the first time I touched dope
had a ****
it made me choke
next thing you know
I was blowing O's
Like Cheech and Chong's "Up In Smoke"
I made friends and I met foes
learn the hard way that's how the game goes
I cuff women and I pass hoes
stay with a cigar like I'm Castro
thinking bout moving where the grass grow
so I can be part of the cash flow
life aint nothing but a gamble
don't try things that you can't handle
you get ran up and dismantled
I seen life blow out like a candle
All My soldiers strapped up like Rambo
while they wasting money on Lambos
We buying ammo
and more camo
I've seen people flip flop like a sandal
why my neighbors looking at me like a vandal
I'm so handsome where's my damsel
I hope I find her for my life is canceled
I want a queen that's worth a king's ransom
Not another girl just to say we ran some.
© 2013
Rapoetry
Jeanette Jan 2013
You are still a good person when you wake up naked
next to a man you don't remember
you are still a good person when you have to find out his name
by digging through the mail sitting on his kitchen table.

You are a good person when you call your brother's girlfriend
that word that she often acts like.

You are a good person when you take free drinks from men at bars
without returning a favor.

You are still a good person when you choose to let go of your parent's religion.

Don't let the ghosts of guilt dance outside of your windows,
like flames,
they will engulf you.

Don't pray for forgiveness,
forgive yourself.

Don't be cocky,
don't get walked upon,
you are worth not more than them, but you are worth just as much.

Cool it a little on the ***, Cheech and Chong,
it makes you inarticulate
and your dad will find your stash one day,
and flush it  all down the toilet.

Say thank you more often and be more sincere.
People will not always be kind,
know that it is special when they are.

Stay in one spot, even after you **** everything up,
let it breath, you'll see it's not so bad.
Know that the ugly sits in all of us regardless if we
stay long enough to let anyone else see it or not.

When counting friends, count them on one hand,
bigger numbers will never mean "less alone."
Choose quality over quantity every time.

Let people finish their sentences,
don't pretend to know what they are going to say;
You do not now, and will never... know it all.

When the first boy you love treats you like something that is
disposable or easily replaced,
don't cheat on him.
LEAVE, GO, Don't look back!
Relationships are not jail sentences,
you don't owe them time.
Besides, his forgiveness
will never mean you can forgive yourself.

When that one other boyfriend introduces
you to his friends as his roomatte,
don't later follow him to bed.
Demand that he treats you like you would like
your future daughter to be treated.
Because you are somebody's daughter,
and your mother, she loves you a **** of a lot!

Don't be afraid to run home when your heart hurts.
Your mother's house will be clean and
it will smell like fresh coffee early in the mornings.
Drink your coffee by the kitchen window
watch the sunlight saturate the fruit trees.
let your mother kiss your forehead, then say goodbye.
Remember, there was a reason you left.

One last thing…
When that one terrible thing happens
that you don't often talk about
Don't blame yourself for hiding, and crying.
Don't shake in crowded rooms,
don't need ***** to talk to strangers.
Please, don't question why it didn't mess her up
like it messed you up.
You saw her scars that could be easily seen
but you will never see the ones she hides beneath her skin.

I bet you want to know if things get better
Um, I'm not sure they do.
Things do get different
and somehow,
when you get to that point, different will be enough for you.
Everybody open ya eyes 
Cause the world is full of lies 
No saprize media got ya 
Following peeps you don't even know 
Say bro they slamming ya like bones 
They stay coming prone with the drones 
They watching you watching me watching he 
I know its confusing but its a spiritual fusion 
Dr Jekyll vs Mr Hide homicides cover daily 
And the enemy stays concealed 
While the minorities get hit the bill Capitol Hill
Ain't never been real.
Its no more sunny days or rainy days 
Just nothing darkness across the skies 
Once again open ya eyes and realize 
They don't care about you 
Or success ya go through 
They just want you 
To be a robotized chipped and off in order 
Pay attention to the pecking order 
It goes one for the show two for the money 
Three for the dummy four ya wrapped up like a mummy mentally tryna see 
What the **** can ya do to feed ya family 
But the **** just gets worse from.religion to stool pigeons 
What the hell ya thinkin? 
Jesus even said expose the wicked 
But pastors use the bible as a meal.ticket 
I'm sick of it the ******* they spreading 
Its Armageddon 
Am strapped you strapped? 
Voluminous ammunition my ambitions 
Is to tare the machine 
To shreds its social stratification 
Indoctrination from.education 
Got us in a confined hesitation 
In a tight situation you waiting 
And they making laws with mild debating 
And I'll be sitting wait for themto 
Come knock at the door
Blast them with my c4 *******
Revolution is the only solutions 
We got to spread the knowledge
From.the mothers fathers sons to daughters 
I'm the maven 
Telling you be vigilant to the 
Pecking order



Signs was giving since the beginning 
Of mans existence 
Too.much money in the world 
To be having pestilences 
While ya straddling the fence 
I'm get tense 
Clutched ******* I'm far from.weak 
While they playimg hide and seek 
I'm the meek 
Tryna to inherit but they taking 
Civil rights away 
So how can I pray for better days? 
Its seems the holier I get 
The more sin seems to fit 
Into these business world 
Immutable bylaws 
No love for the poor its wicked
Sadistic 
Say they got the solution 
But steadily shooting 
Down freedom fighters and truth writers 
Even got wires 
On wire everything ya say is recorded 
Aliens exported then imported 
Invoked all the constitutional rights 
They say white is right 
And black is still wack? From 
The media spinning that ******* 
Too keep ya high on 
Suckas more confused 
Than a ball.passing through 
Ping pong hit the cheech n chong 
To pass by memories 
Enemies don't get a chance to see me 
Frown bow down 
This is the new order from coast to coast 
Border to border 
Pay attention to the peck'in order 
Word!!!
Jake muler Oct 2015
I couldn't wake up by a cappuccino today
Took me a red bull, one pink and purple stacker - from stop n shop. And a cup of coffee, Now I'm ******* my head off, hands are shaky, eyes tired, got more energy than an American stripper. And trying to ease down, just not happening. Like Chong said to cheech- You took the wrong stuff man, the wrong stuff,the wrong stuff. This bites!
Two friends of mine....with whom I'll always share my ****!
Duran Cawpart Jul 2014
I met her early on
Our journey became long
She gave me the gift of song
Held my hand and told me to come along
Woke me up like the bang of a gong
Fed me well to build me strong
She became the Cheech to my Chong
The King to my Kong
She even helped me to write my wrong
Santiago May 2015
Just business
That's all it is
Y las puertas del infierno
Is who you working with
See that corpse
It's been reanimated
It's under my control
Young trucos the greatest
Money gangs
Are all around
So ah jacker get no sleep
That's how we get down
It's World War C
To pay for the sequel
Muthufuckers getting smoked
And that's what it equals
Estoy arriba
From that Cheech and Chong
Badass joint so I can work on my song
Top half black Chucks
And some black bandannas
My face like ah stoke
Got the black ski mask
Es como yo trabajo
Rappers getting guerra
Con palabra los mato
That's ah deadline
I'm ah make em me
If not they get found
******* dead in the street
I got weapons and tactics
I deploy on you
Situation getting happy
With that sinister crew
Out of the blue
Here come the Tommy guns
We're just getting started
But you've already done
I got weapons and tactics
Specialized
To hit you with ah bullet
in between your eyes
Bye Bye
It's not ah lullaby
It's ah walk by shooter
On the enemy side
Ese cut throat game
That we play
Vatos get cut almost everyday
Mis pensamientos
Son controlados por mi
Cause from the track come on
I'm all you see
I'm still here
After all these years
Won't think ah different knowledge
Cause you in my peers
That's why I feed
Ese on the weak
I tear em up to shreds
seven days ah week
So behind
The closed doors where I be
I plan murders on the enemy
All my tactics learned
I stuff em in ah truck
Then watch em burn
Gang banging .usica
Got you ducking vatos
limo cause I'll shoot at ya
Exhale beyond Aztec kingdom
I'm on another planet
Coming back to get ya
I got weapons and tactics
I deploy on you
Situation getting happy
With that sinister crew
Out of the blue
Here come the Tommy guns
We're just getting started
But you've already done
I got weapons and tactics
Specialized
To hit you with ah bullet
in between your eyes
Bye Bye
It's not ah lullaby
It's ah walk by shooter
On the enemy side
The pistol booming
I'm mind consuming
Sleep walking out your door
What the ******* doing!
Totalitarian this regime
I pulled up just to strangle the scene
I'm sixteen Ese from their ice
Cause I'm muthufucking tweaking for the rest Of the night all night You meet zombie naco
No vacation this Nal Cabo
I'm one In ah ******* million
So know it well
With who your dealing
I indoctrinate Then I elevate
Then I go around the corner and move some weight So what you got
I got more than you
More than all you muthufuckas posted up in your tomb I lay seize
To any domain
Either you get down or
your team get slay
Samuel Adell Oct 2014
I see worlds of demons and villians as I take my last breath
I avidly add adages to the words that I press
Each and everyday strewn and littered with stress
Life’s just a savage game of chess
A new beginning has been presented
With her gone it’s like I’m living out a life sentence
Never again will a person so perfect be invented
She truly had an awe inspiring presence
48
Living life with a newfound belligerence
Like a high off of ten different barbiturates
Today’s generation is filled with complete ignorance
This cypher shall be thy deliverance
Since her death I’ve been nothing but diffident
Like a lost dog, I’m timid
People have always seen me as quite different
But to that opinion, I’m indifferent
48
Life is all about mind over matter
Look at the wall covered with your brain splatter
On some Ice-T ****, rhymes that blow your mind
True love is hard to find
Do you live life as you want to
Or do you follow everything society tells you
In the end society will destroy you
No matter what, stay true
48
Just rolled up, five & dime
Every morning, rise and grind
Now I’m flying away with Peter Pan
Gone, gone, gone away, Never Land
So here’s to another day
Another coffin rots away
Life’s just a game we play
Until God takes us away
48
Tomorrow is not a guarantee
When my mind is my purgatory
No soul can control me
Your word’s do nothing for me
Now you’re saying I’m your salvation
Who the hell are you? What’s your relation
I miss seeing her eyes ablaze with elation
Her death was my inevitable damnation
48
No matter where I am, I’m writing a verse
I’ve seen too many loved ones dead in a hearse
My heart golden, but my blood’s black
My thoughts stretch to oblivion, like you leg on the torture rack
Is this where I belong?
This is only the beginning, not a swansong
I’m bound to be bigger than King Kong
Free my mind, get ***** eyed like Cheech & Chong
48
Honna Root Jan 2015
It's been months since I've seen that beautiful smile, makes me gasp, reminiscing about your hugging and teasing
loving and squeezing.
Searching for the one that you loved.
But now all that I am is shoved to the back of your head.
Now, hatred,disgust and that feeling of loss of trust.
I am waiting for that day until you realize
yesterday is dead;
I shed a tear
but eventually you will remember that that California bed that we once lied in will come back.

But not after that lying, mistrust and lost of integrity that I regretfully placed upon thee
I was the puff to your high, the Cheech to my Chong.
The lazy days the way you looked at me,
tears running down my face simultaneously.
The touch is gone, the feelings moved on.
I've made mistakes in the past
I want to believe I still got a reason.
All I want to do it make it last,
but so long
it's all in the past.
kirklefrance Apr 2013
said id hit you up in the morning its been 3 after the dawning and i am the sun just rising yawning,Mama Africa's children keep spawning..grow be smart try to keep in mind the world your in..man didn't save his soul because of sin its the slavery were in they've enslaved us and their kin..dey must be on that hog steady drinking gin...sky juice will have you deeper then..the price of a mine filled with the souls of 100 fold 100 gold seeking men...see when it comes to speech I can..i'll run bars pass a million stars in China land..smoking on dat cheech and chong screaming kanechi wung..grabbing the finest asian chick and pulling tongue...woa-dei sound the gong..rappin ill **** i get an A u get a B and **** you stung..all the girls say **** the boi is hung...shoot out ya left eye and poke ya lung..when i touch rhymes all thats left is stun
Samuel Adell Oct 2014
I spit catastrophes rapidly
Leave you a fatality
Innocent by reason of insanity
Clearing my head on this balcony
Disgusted by society
Where you gain respect by committing acts, of notoriety
My mind does nothing but fight me
Everyoneelse thinks I’m off the deep end, crazy

**** around and you’ll become the topic of discussion
Love and corruption, sin and seduction
Society is the definition of corruption
All people do is make assumptions
Born into a corrupt world, ****** up ****
Always keep the purple lit
Got Alice, Cheshire Cat, and The Caterpillar toking it
If you talk **** you’re bound to get hit

In life will all have a different philosophy
Every other man claiming a prophecy
All politicians speak is *******, dishonesty
No one cares that our children are corrupted by technology
Here’s to another day
Another coffin rots away
Life’s just a game we play
Until God takes us away

A new beginning has been presented
Just looking at me, can you tell I’m demented
Her death I could’ve prevented
Now my legacy is cemented
Life is something we can never rehearse
I’ve seen too many loved ones dead in a hearse
My heart golden, but my blood’s black
She always stole my breath like an asthma attack

So is this where I belong
Cause at this point everything’s going wrong
One day I’ll be bigger than King Kong
Free my mind, get ***** eyed like Cheech & Chong
Tomorrow is not a guarantee
When my mind is my purgatory
No one can control me
Your words do nothing for me

Now you’re saying I’m your salvation
Who the hell are you? What’s your relation
I miss seeing her eyes ablaze with elation
Her death was my inevitable damnation
Since her death I’ve been nothing but diffident
Like a lost dog, I’m timid
I’ve always been seen as different
But to that opinion, I’m indifferent

Living life with a newfound belligerence
Like a high off of ten different barbiturates
Today’s generation is filled with nothing but ignorance
This cypher shall be thy deliverance
Life is all about mind over matter
Look at the wall covered with your brain splatter
All because these rhymes blew your mind
I’m a rapper of a different kind
Harry J Baxter Feb 2014
Excuse me, Ma’am, but do you accept rent
in the form of formless loose poetry?
no?
I guess that makes me the jack ***
Prometheus stole fire from the Gods for us
we re-gifted it for a pair of Nikes
sorry
but ******* don’t we look like hot **** hot shots?
you look good in those clothes
and I can say whatever you tell me to
in a way that sounds almost original
for just a taste of Eve
her kisses taste like bad apples
and I think I’m in love
I think I’m drowning because I forgot how to swim
Nobody wants to listen
we all just want it to be our turn
our turn to cry and make a ******* scene in the grocery store
no I’m not as high as I look
I am way higher
Cheech and Chong? Honk on my pipe of poison
then we can all get goofy paranoia
don’t escort me out of the Garden
it’s cold out there and I’m scared
beneath this mask of calculated courage
all of our friends exceeded the recommended dosage of cough syrup
so they bob and weave through my toy box
with eyes never fully open
**** it, right?
anybody can buy white powder, mirrors, and razors
but not everybody can’t
that’s funny… isn't it?
waiting on the heels of my next paycheck
because hotpockets aren't cutting it anymore
and jah never paid the bills
the lights in my room are burned out
and it is so ******* dark
just close your eyes
run from the monsters which own the shadows
ZEIK ALBILLAR Dec 2014
Smoking, Choking, smoking, choking... I love **** yes indeed, I love **** yes i do... Keep my cool with Mary Jane, don't act a fool cuz my brains maintained... You pass me a joint, I'd rather smoke a blunt, you pass me a pipe, I'd rather smoke a ****.. let's jus get high like Cheech and Chong  take a couple hits an it won't take long till our feelings start to change an we all get along... She's not a problem maker, she's jus problem solver, so let's all have a blast, forget about the past, have a smoke session an smoke a blunt or two, but pass it to the left, cuz the right is wrong!!
Samuel Adell Oct 2014
Is this where I belong?
You're up your girlfriend's *** worse than her thong
There's more to life. It ain't no sing-along-song
Free your mind, get ***** eyed like Cheech & Chong
You think what I say is wrong?
Ha no, you're wrong, one day I'll be bigger than King Kong
I'm just getting started, **** a swansong
You can't **** with me mentally, I'm too headstrong

You're acting like I'm your salvation
But I truly hate you, even if there is a blood relation
I'm one of a kind, no duplication
I'm not scared of damnation
I've already proven my heart and dedication
We live in one hell of a free nation
You're choking on society's ****, eyes blazing elation
You're a copped out, drop out, at least I'm finishing my education...
Graff1980 Jan 2015
I pull a Sherlock Holmes
One look at you and I snap that steel trap
Right back
To cold facts
Points of business
There is nothing in you of interest
So, if gone
Shove the bible where it belongs
Maybe if you smoked a **** like Cheech and Chong
You’d be more interesting
After a cough choke you would take your ignorance
And get
and ten more tokes
You could learn to take a joke
TrueSun Oct 2014
When I am zoned
Feeling all alone
Staying up all night as my mind is blown
And my thoughts are gone
Sticks and stones
That’ll break my bones
Won’t give in and let them take my throne
You gotta stay strong
Hit that ****
Like the next cheech and chong
Let your mind go and ride along
To this world were you feel you don’t belong
Being outlawed and doing the wrong
My mind comes with the greatest technique
Flows so weird but unique
Leave you speechless, but you better not speak
Before I leave your body chopped up and ***** in a creak
I know it’s not right
But all I see is black and white
Where I wanna pick a fight
Trust me when I say I’m alright
I got some issues that nobody can see
I fight for my life as you can see
And everything that hurts is hurting me
Im only human what am I suppose to be
Lillian Rae Lee Jan 2015
When I was young had a lot of trials, Faked Smiles.
Pretend everything was fine, Denial.
Growing old drive a lot of miles, Have Style, Argyles.
Nah, but I wear a lot of sweaters, act better.
Dreaming bigger dreams, seeing better things.
But still my parents are apart of me, partially.
She loves he and they become we, he and she.
Forever with me plus three. But that's not reality.
I dream of bigger infinites.
The Faults were in their stars, not ours.
I get it, Families split, grow apart.
Keep her close through the arts.
Ma and me, no heart to hearts.
Dont get too close because I'm too smart.
Dont get me wrong, my loves strong.
But the drives long and thats whats wrong.
And shes like Cheech and Chong. So Gone. Now Im Gone.
spittin' shells from my clip
leave my enemies exposed
either naked or clothed
ot dont matter as long as the bullet holes
cuttin ya breath short
smoke a new port
play these ******* like a sport
muthaphukkaz try to leach on
then get they preach on
when ya wrong
but i say **** it i christen the **** cheech n chong
what the hell.is going on?
******* more crooked than politician
***** go see the beautician
ugly *** ***** keep wishin
thought ya had me trap
til ya seen my straps
then we put them ****** in dirt naps
i hate ****** but love my brothers from another mother
slick as ever no need to be undercover
im wide in the open hopin
they take me for a joke and
so the pistol comes sneaky
and smoking body chokin as ya blood begin soakin
up the concrete grounded with my feet then repeat
to all my enemies this is ya warning before be in eternal sleep peep when i creep
i see my foes ahead before they plot
i already got em shot and dead
so dont be that muthaphukka assed out passed out
as i position my mount
still knockin my enemies out
when I ride


since i was born a ****
ill die a **** in a puddle of blood from a slug
no tears in my eyes
as i soul search the sky realize
this aint **** for me
i seen my enemies
like.jesus to judas i got that buddha
talkin to a brother im.hellbound
trapped inside of satan cell now
hear me now and loud
puff my cloud before i take my last breath
then ill.die in honor
stand next to the father
a black man with dreads and armor of gold breasted plates make demons heart ache ya cant shake
my flame once i ignite
i burn all you ******* on sight
im like the purge fools all die in one night braille ya sight
thought ya can cease me
believe what the **** would
u do if ya seen ya enemies approachin slowly .....
ride on em uhhhh



look into the eyes of madman
half dead man
walking around lookin astound
faced with death for eternally hell is where ya find me
no insanity pleas
lord forgive me
for i know not what i do
so i gotta do what i gotta do
since i was exposed to sin
colorful visions from the sip of gin
**** im going in like the wind
coming in through cracks of door hinge no pretend
my **** real stay poppin' my steel
make it my enemies last meal
as they squeal
like pigs this aint no ****** gig ya dig
im coming with wrath of the father
***** ****** still gettin slaughtered
as i ride.....
Cedric McClester Mar 2019
By: Cedric McClester

I’m not trying to be
Obtrusive
But the Mueller Report
Was inconclusive
Exoneration wasn’t
Mutually exclusive
So his innocence
Remains deducive

And his old
Familiar song
Is he was right
All along
The prosecution
Had to be wrong
No collusion
Like Cheech and Chong

William Barr reached
His own conclusion
Based on the
Optical illusion
That in fact
There was no collision
By the President
For attribution

Wiliam Barr has
Thrown the first lob
NIow Congress must
Do it’s job
Mueller chose not to prosecute
That slob
So the American public
Was robbed
















Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
ZACK GRAM Jun 28
New Heights
New hires
No Shows
Yes sires
King Earth
Wealth perth
Owner
Commander an Z
Go Sleep
No Zee
Camps Awake
Clapped Cheeks
Grown Cheech

Alley Cat
Roam the Village
Gun safe racked
Us armed
Bullet proof windows
Kevlar vest
Team on my back
Crest on my chest
Central best
Central west
Paint go bang
Whole city gang
385 million arms

For thy Nation
The Greatest
Who Paved it
We crave it
We beg it
We fight it
We grave it
We write it
We wrote it
Dont Quote it
Quote hit
Numbers climbing
Bodies piling
Bible lying
God ******
So tragic
Face traffic

Cult classic
Shhh!!!.  ..
Man Mar 2022
cringey stuff
what is it about
my emotions
that i gotta
express them
through this method
say less
in the coming days
shut my mouth
keep my head down
and just stay quiet
until i die
dice roll
snake eyes that cry
next roll, sevens
eleven, slurpees
blueberry ice
nice dreams
chong with the ****
and that makes me cheech
can't never win
gotta stop trying
busted
gambling
love is a high stakes game
leave you
broken, lost, roaming
and rambling
i ain't happy here
nivek Sep 2019
centre stage
waxed complexion
folded hands
best suit
polished shoes
zen like
quiet as a mouse
unconcerned
eyes closed
curtain parts
furnace stoked
up in smoke with Cheech
and Chong.(playing loudly)
Yo its funkoroma Daytona Darlene to a coma ***** a sauna
Sweating these chicks after me no eggs to begs legs
Of them stay open but I closed the invitations stations
My tune back to June and July keys of life my wife
Rhymes to beats see the hits sitting on Top seats complete
The oblivious fleet my love jones flowing like a creek
Wonderous magic mountain lounging styles housing
Eric sermon on the jousting pinning tunes over ya mind
One time I stay with claps like applauses at shows
Kick down the doors swift enemies to the runs of a boar
Down shore ya go I'm too ******* polish the floor with more
And more keep my women freaky as Charlie Baltimore



Styles of a houston brother still in living colors smothers
Others who plays undercover I'm a true hip hop lover
Still tripping off the black saint lady yo it's crazy hazey
Got me ****** dazed amazed by Coltrane's eerie plays
Disco jazz soul music made to last I breaks complete any task
Without a painted mask tilt the flask machete for the slash
Cold cut what up dont be tripping or I'll expose ya guts
Just giving up the the what? The real face to face steel
That'll slam ya harder than O'neal  funk you can feel
****** out like Cheech at the wheel up in smoke
Crush coke whatch em go far out man out land stands
Only on my tip cuz they see my rubberbands hands
Is out reaching I'm stitching all eyes to haters preaching

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