Two heavy brudens
No wagon to carry my weight in
Sometimes I wish I could fly like birds in the sky
spread my big beautiful wings and  cling to God breath which is what we call air but lately Ive been so hungry
I guess i cant fill this emptiness inside me.
I know pain must exist to understand relief but my unbelief  in Gods promises.
makes me wonder if Gods mad at me
or if I graduate from a sinner to a saint.
if I grabbed the right picture for the frame thats holding my life together  
yes I know storms will come and tornadoes will blow strongs winds
hurricanes rushing waters leaving everyone holding canes
terrifying pain losing everything
now whats left gaining when the only thing you wanted was a life

yea we got the new world order
controllin minds of sons n daughters
lost in the space no gravitation
but i know we in the end times revelations
knowledge levatitin'
around my head im half dead
gotta keep a watch for the feds
Cuz they love to catch yo bread
Peep me
They never see me
got my lil homie dark
Who like to get spark'd
then let the guns spark
to a hater
congratulations nigguhs
yall just up our figures
we outlaws and mobbin'
Entice blooshed **** world peace
Sometimes i feel deceased
Though  we crackin' soft shells
takin' over as ya loose control
stereo to radios even the shows
we dont care about the fame
we got underground monopoly
used to drive a jalopy
now im barely
seeing myself in the mirror
too much to clutch
too many riches to touch
and if you try ill leave u ******
rock harder than a ***** chick
me n dark like black n filipino chicks
***** galore yes I adore
but dont let that braille our score
they said we under one nations
but everytime i look up
im in a litigation
got me bent in 50 states
**** that im screaming **** life
til i touch the crate
from cradle to grave i was born to save enraged
tryna lock the mental demons in the cage
too many blind in the communities
im nothing nice like sugar n spice
re linked with coolio
ridin' with the gangstas in paradise


uh since i was raised an outlaw
******* to the law
we keep heat stashed unda the seat
then blaze a ounce to the beat
instrumental no sentimental
my lyrics detrimental
high powered and subliminal
turn maximals into minimals
blood thirsty
the game needs me
resurrection of hip hop
its in my brain
took a syringe
injected in
high funk overdose close
to crossing over like epmd
true mc of the century
through this life of treachery
i find unity
with my conscious block out the nonsense
i commence to keep the nations on they feet
when i speak
bad souls grow weak
only the strongs survive thrived
on misery since the days of secondary
school always was a fool
brailled by the institutions
lying on they books
when these nigguhs is crook
hypocrites can a **** a ****
from clergies to pope
**** the ecumenical religion
cant play me like a stool pigeon
hands on my ***** blunt
in my mouth
sayin **** the lawwwww
and respect me as an outlawww

i like to think that someone saved me
i keep thinking that someone's there to tell me that I, being the strong girl that I am, can do this
my mouth have longed hope to utter these fragmented feelings to someone, anyone:
thank you for being there for me;
thanks for not giving up on me;
and thank you, thank you for staying with me, even if I gave you all the reason to just walk away from me

all parts of me keep dreaming
and like everyone who can't outlive reality and only reach things through dreaming
i don't want to wake up

i don't want to go back to that time
when I was too tired of waiting to be asked, 'how are you', that I just outright tell people how I'm feeling
and they only offer silence, thinking that for someone as resilient like me, it would suffice
after all, strongs can take on anything that come their way
even the overused I-don't-know-what-to-say silence

what do you do when
they still refuse to accept that strong people
no matter how strong they think they are
bend at times
they do refuse to break
but that doesn't mean that life's *****
doesn't make a dent on their soul
and i, thinking that i've given up on a lot of things before, refuse to give up convincing them that i needed help
i want them to help me
that when i say, 'i am strong'
i don't really feel like it
i just said that because no one else seemed inclined to say the very words to me
and i, in contrast, seemed to feel the need to hear them
an assurance that
i am not the only one who keeps thinking that way


even my lungs seem to think
that i don't need oxygen
to live |and to die|
it uses the overabundance of unspoken words to fuel the fading lights inside me

what do you do when only you thinks that you can't do it all by yourself?

"vivors"

its been big long years since back to dark dark
our formas and forpas done some evil ignorance
now time be hard hard and strongs dont fall but weaks do
counts of many die die no cry else never stop
sleepies sup always this but not is true
mawma say a cart moved up hill no horse naw it aint so
fun fun reckon her dumb joke laugh and laugh
we here vivors here vivors group group always be vivors

By: Cedric McClester

The hurricane came and then went
With many injured and many lives spent
But were our heads bowed or our knees bent
Did anybody take the time to repent
From sleepin’ beds to wide-awake
We eye-witnessed a mighty earthquake
But did anyone think for heaven’s sake
Could it be comin’ from the mischief we make

We don’t pay attention until we see
Impending doom or a tragedy
And then we cry, "Oh woe is me!"
Which makes it clear who’s in charge ya see

(2nd Verse)
The waters poured down but this time no arc
Was it mere happenstance or just a lark
Why do we find ourselves in the dark
Must a celestial voice say the word, "Hark!"
Before we listen to and heed the warning
Of Armageddon or apocalypse dawning
No need for us to be confused or torn when
These things very well could signal the end

We don’t pay attention until we see
Impending doom or a tragedy
And then we cry oh woe is me
Which makes it clear who’s in charge ya see

How many times must this scene be repeated
Before we understand why it was metered
Even the atheist have been defeated
From thinking that God can be deleted

We don’t pay attention until we see
Impending doom or a tragedy
And then we cry oh woe is me
Which makes it clear who’s in charge ya see

Strongs winds blew until nothing was standing
Objects were blown haphazardly landing
And the people were helplessly demanding
That aid be forthcoming without understanding
There was little help any one could render
Until the winds stopped they’d have to surrender
Regardless of race creed or gender
The righteous, along with the flagrant offender

We don’t pay attention until we see
Impending doom or a tragedy
And then we cry,  "Oh woe is me!"
Which makes it clear who’s in charge ya see

The waters poured down but this time no arc
Was it mere happenstance or just a lark
Why do we find ourselves in the dark
Must a celestial voice say the word hark



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