Two old Bachelors were living in one house;
One caught a Muffin, the other caught a Mouse.
Said he who caught the Muffin to him who caught the Mouse,--
'This happens just in time! For we've nothing in the house,
'Save a tiny slice of lemon nd a teaspoonful of honey,
'And what to do for dinner--since we haven't any money?
'And what can we expect if we haven't any dinner,
'But to loose our teeth and eyelashes and keep on growing thinner?'

Said he who caught the Mouse to him who caught the Muffin,--
'We might cook this little Mouse, if we had only some Stuffin'!
'If we had but Sage andOnion we could do extremely well,
'But how to get that Stuffin' it is difficult to tell'--

Those two old Bachelors ran quickly to the town
And asked for Sage and Onions as they wandered up and down;
They borrowed two large Onions, but no Sage was to be found
In the Shops, or in the Market, or in all the Gardens round.

But some one said,--'A hill there is, a little to the north,
'And to its purpledicular top a narrow way leads forth;--
'And there among the rugged rocks abides an ancient Sage,--
'An earnest Man, who reads all day a most perplexing page.
'Climb up, and seize him by the toes!--all studious as he sits,--
'And pull him down,--and chop him into endless little bits!
'Then mix him with your Onion, (cut up likewise into Scraps,)--
'When your Stuffin' will be ready--and very good: perhaps.'

Those two old Bachelors without loss of time
The nearly purpledicular crags at once began to climb;
And at the top, among the rocks, all seated in a nook,
They saw that Sage, a reading of a most enormous book.

'You earnest Sage!' aloud they cried, 'your book you've read enough in!--
'We wish to chop you into bits to mix you into Stuffin'!'--

But that old Sage looked calmly up, and with his awful book,
At those two Bachelors' bald heads a certain aim he took;--
and over crag and precipice they rolled promiscuous down,--
At once they rolled, and never stopped in lane or field or town,--
And when they reached their house, they found (besides their want of Stuffin',)
The Mouse had fled;--and, previously, had eaten up the Muffin.

They left their home in silence by the once convivial door.
And from that hour those Bachelors were never heard of more.

"Caught In A Hustle"

[Verse 1]
They say the odds against me, are crooked and impossible
Like I was born with a hole in my heart is an obstacle
I was left to die by the doctors, in the Children's Hospital
But I never lose hope, success is psychological
The world is volatile and the street is my education
Shaping the nation, like the blueprint of a mason
While Shawshank record deals get you ***** on occasion
So I'm focused on my economic situation
I'm like the little kids on TV that dig through the trash
I hustle regardless of the way you talk **** and laugh
A lot of ****** drop science but they dont know the math
Because their mind is narrower than the righteous path
It's funny how on the block ****** will **** you for cash
But never raise the gun and cry out "Freedom at last"
The cold war is over but the world is still gettin colder
Atlas walking through the projects with the hood on my shoulders
I would like to raise my children to grow to be soldiers
But then the general, would decide when their life would be over
So I work hard until my personality split
Like the black panthers, into the bloods and the crips
They said I would never be ****, but now I sit and reminice
Like Yeshua ben Yusef flippin through Genesis
Ignorance is venemous, and it murders the soul
Spreading like a virus running rampant, but out of control

[Hook]
So if I should ever fall and get caught in a hustle
Let them know that I died while I fought in a struggle
From the hoodrats to the rich kids lost in a bubble
Spray painting on the streets and at the subway tunnels
Write it down and remember that we never gave in
The mind of a child is where the revolution begins
So if the solution has never been to look in yourself
How is it that you expect to find it anywhere else

[Verse 2]
Immortal Technique in the streets, back on the hustle
cause three strikes will get you life for stuffin cracks in a duffle
Upstate behind steel gates intact in the scuffle
Razor blades stuck on the side of pencils, hacked to your muscle
But the emptiness is what bleeds you to death when it cuts you
And its the lawyers, not the inmates scheming to *******
Trying to fight the system from inside, eventually corrupts you
But thats what you get when you put a corporation above you
And it's the people that love you that seem to hurt you the most
Sometimes when they die you find yourself cursing their ghost
But you make success, nobody delivers your fate
Sometimes you give and you take
Since prehistoric vertibrates, crawled out of the lakes
And thats the truth about life
Or to do it to ghetto and your car, rims, and your ice
Because even though we survived through the struggle that made us
We still look at ourselves through the eyes of people that hate us
But I'm going to make it regardless of the ******* up charges
And semi-automatic barrages, that empty the cartridge
Post-traumatically scar kids that try to be brave
Because ****** backstab each other just to try to get paid
Turn cannibal like nights during the crusades
Afraid of responsibility; addicted to greed
Beating their girls purposefully losing a seed
As if we were bound to the destiny we used to recieve

[Hook]

I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves
But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else
That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves
blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

I used to wonder (I used to wonder) about people who don't believe in themselves
But then I saw the way that they portrayed us to everyone else
That cursed us, then only see the worst in ourselves
blind to the fact the whole time we were hurting ourselves

I used to wonder [echo]

Down on my knees, I have been there before
Defeated and broken with no where to go
I won’t go there again, no I won’t
I won’t go there again, if I go up in smoke

Determined and gritty and dryin my tears
Standin up proudly, I’m stuffin my fears
Deep in my throat somewhere there’s a growl
I’m gunna find it, find it
I’m gunna find it, find it
I’m gunna find it, find it
Somehow
I’m gunna find it
Find it
Somehow

Up through my bones and out of my mouth
Comes the cry of survival in loudest of shouts
Just tell me no and I’ll rally and stand
Its time I became my own biggest fan

Determined and gritty and dryin my tears
Standin up proudly, I’m stuffin my fears
Deep in my throat somewhere there’s a growl
I’m gunna find it, find it
I’m gunna find it, find it
I’m gunna find it, find it
Somehow
I’m gunna find it
Find it
Find it somehow

If love never comes from outside I know
It can grow from inside and then start to glow
Like a beacon to others, letting it show

A team of strong soldiers diggin down, diggin deep
If no one comes save us, there’s no need to weep
Just tell us no and we’ll rally and stand
Its time we became our own biggest fan

Determined and gritty
Start dryin those tears
Stand up proudly,
Start stuffin your fears
Deep in your throat somewhere there’s a growl
You’re gunna find it, find it
You’re gunna find it, find it
You’re gunna find it, find it
…………………………Somehow

Blow you up? You bet I did, lil **** my Mouth dont miss, my lips are perfect
Ego stroked and Pipedreamed yo almost *******
Blowing smoke up and out a sly eyed ***
No rounds draft pick
Beer,
Cause if you cant ******* might as well
Hang
Like a bad insecurity got the big bigger biggest
And you were left with a po mans ****
Don't forget to forget those Trojans
I called it (on behalf of all the ***** you are gonna get and ever did)
Unballin like a roly poly on curl on nuttin
Questioning test subjects
Tea missed me, them bags need some stuffin
****** can't make it stand up for somethin'
Attention attention yo limp gic
Whats wrong? Business got you down?
Can't stay on like fake *** ****?
And yes, I can rake
3 of the largest tallest meanest
Implanted collagen injected *******
Bet you didn't know I got it like that
Tell em how you go wild behind the
Players with the swing in the pants
Crotch testing 1 2 3 .....6
Tasters of the finest mix mess listed
Assfections affectionate hact
You a grown *** man getting dollars ****
No **** in real ****
As you crave to wet your name with it
You just leave her dry guessing
When you gone get hard enough
Too get that operation
So she can finally ***
And you can finally know what
It feels like to satisfy a person.

One day, the body decided to choose, they all wanted a say, win or lose. Never knowing who was boss, had made them all tired, on that day, this is what transpired...

The heart said* "I should be in charge, I'm the toughest muscle and my love is large"
Said the feet, "Well, that's not fair. Without me you could go nowhere."
The hands spoke up, "Who helps you eat and drives your auto down the street?"

"Don't you like your balance, and how we help you dance, without us, you'd never stand a chance" said the arms in unison.
"Oh! But I'm not done" entered the heart, singing this tune "I guide you all blindly along, bringing hope and faith, why not sing my song?"

This sorely raised the sphincter's ire... "Without me, all you would expire... I'll constipate and blur the eyes, make you weak within the thighs. Make the brain go comatose, dribble on you feet, yea, that would be gross..."

****** says to all, clear as day "Excuse me! I have something to say! Without me, you'd all be no more, for I give life, you're all a bore. I'm done with this stupid dispute!"
"Ummm, excuse me love muffin," says the thighs, "But if I didn't open wide, your point would be mute!"

The eyes chimed in, "Look here... Oh, that's right... You cannot see... Who better to guide you along... Without my help, how lost you'd be"

"I have a question." said the brain.  "Don't you thin... Oh, wait... Without me you're all nothing. Legs couldn't walk, mouth could not talk, heart wouldn't believe and no one would breathe!"

"I'm your pull toy, your magic ****... I make the babies... Yes, I be a *****!" said Mr. You Know Who
"I think you smell funny" laughed the nose,  "Go cry to your mommy,  Boohoo!"

"If you think that smells bad," said miss muffin... "Take a lick on this and then get stuffin!"

"Don't forget about me! I can hear, I'm important too, I'm your ear!"
"Well, I'm more important, I let you all breathe" said the lungs.
"Without me you couldn't speak!" said the mouth, sticking out his tongue.

Said the sphincter, "I've told you all so... Without me working you'd be slow, you'd grow weak and cease to function and I'll close up with no compunction...."  The other vital organs heard and then conceded without a word and then came the extremities who had no choice but to agree.

*Now you know, this little story goes, you don't need to be a brain to be boss, just an *******.

if this line is last line
know it was a victory lap
rari, 'cedes AMG (ya brazy)
commercial life dream rabies
make fun of commercial rap

still want that mclaren,
yea you starin' baby
uhhh please, you broke
talkin' bout the red cross town limo (OCTran)
'po lika baby momma didn't even know
save me yuh (87 baseline yuh)

808 boom bap clap snap (sound here)
never joke bout straps (round here)
ace in my cap (down here)
never pretend to trap, white as **** (blind seer)

pass the puck without the ruckus
down the range with the shiv stuck us
gotta strong poker face tryna bluff yuss
knock wig back gut stuffin if you rushin us
boy i dust the rust off my metal alloy pen

By: Cedric McClester

Listenin’ to his **** tongue refrains
Only shows ******* baffles brains
Yet the fact of the matter remains
It’s more evident as he campaigns
Like Seinfeld he’s about nothing
A turkey without any stuffin’
Who continues huffin’ and puffin’
But is he for real or just bluffin’

Republicans have to decide
Whether or not he gets a full ride
But at this point it can’t be denied
That he is their rising tide
So what does that say about them
Never mind what it says about him
Chances are none to slim
That the public will vote on a whim

So what must the others do
To put across their points of view
When most of them don’t have a clue
And only wish that they knew
Meanwhile we’ll be entertained
By catch-phrases not fully explained
As he continues along unrestrained
And his poll numbers steadily gain

So far this election season
Has been without rhyme or reason
Though the rhetoric will not be easin’
Because the base needs appeasing
Now what does that say about them
Will they try to make it about him
Then proceed with words that condemn
Or spit him out like a mouth full of phlegm






Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2015.  All rights reserved.

he's still there
that beggar boy
holding his sign
hooded
with a scarf tied tightly
around his face and neck
gloves, i think
ragged tan pants
*****
looking at me with sad eyes
pleading eyes
eyes that say
you know you want to
    give
      give
        give
but i don't
nope
not this time, kiddo

you're playing it cool, though
hangin' in the bitter cold
with your sign
and those sad eyes
knowing
just knowing
that you'll get your cheddar
from these sympathetic people
who are already luckier than you
sitting in their heated up cars
saying
look at that poor kid,
here's a dollar you poor thing
and you
stuffin' that buck into your ragged tan pants
and sayin'
thank you, mam, god bless

but not me
nope
i helped you once
uh uh
no more
you don't fool me
with your ragged tan pants
and sad eyes

know why
'cuz i don't believe you, that's why

The charlatans are back again
With bombs to drop from ballpoint pens
Jerusalem Leviathans
Since lions ate the Zion movement
Now Big Ben is crumbling
And mumbling some skittish Yiddish
To some pig anti-Semitic
Who the critics just diminish as dominions of the British who still commonwealth the nations with their Exxon Mobil stations
While the colonies are sick and medicated on these rations, pullin’ racist colored race cards when the kingdoms of creation are the real abominations that the oligarchs of Noah’s arks still preach to seal your fate in
Coffer coffins of the status quotient tokenism banquet, stuffin’ off shore banks with patients who are drowning in malaises
As the taxing burden raises for the barely makin’ raisins in the sun to have some fun go fundin’ Contras cappin’ convents full o’ nuns, don’t get it twisted sister act, I’m coming strapped with Warsaw Pact because the cops be cappin’ rappers when they packin’ artifact on all the fiction superstition
Burning question abolition
Voodoo economic prison cells
Still selling us religions
Of democracy and freedoms makin’ edens
In the middle eastern promise lands
Just broken dreams and neverlands
Cuz no mans makes a stand or plan
To ban these ku klux clan Greenspans

Feelin' them death
goosebumps
smokin' on that humps 
lookin' for the chumps i dumps
the clip relentlessly now ya restin' peacefully
in the morge poor george
nobody wont remember ya
givin' the props to the glocks that pop
make ya body drop
like a tear from the sky cloud 9
open up ya body put it on the flat line
one mo' time daily crimes
drama infested drugs invested
im  a replica of pharmaceutical companies
its a part of me
to **** thrills **** capitol hill keep the steel
ready hold steady
cuz when i pop on to ya dome
ya won't feel no pain
execution style im wild young crazy
i got nothin' to loose on that grey goose
sippin' with little codeine and get all the fiends
itchin' twitchin'
for that last hit
don't buck unless ya wanna taste ****
me killa sho no love them suckas
me heartless
come with ya flesh
watch me rip ya to pieces
like body went through a meat cleaver
never bluffin' zigzags ya know we stuffin'
watch back when the gat splat splat
to my all my enemies
ya know where you can find me at??
 

There has to be more to Life

Than these fervent hungers

Bumper to bumper

Traffic

Jambalaya

Over powering flavors

Of cauldrons and ether...

                                The fevers of Need

Checklist buckets of Lusts

The Must-Haves, wanting,

All of it, for more... (and more)

More Over the rainbows

And the somewhere's

Else

Not yet devoured / eaten away

The molds fur-coat on rotten fruit

Grey a color of the unseeing,

Giving fever

Yearning for remedy /

                          Hand to mouth

Mc-Stuffin' and stuck

Without knowing our own feelings

Hurting ourselves just to relieve the numbness.

There has to be more...


In the loving eyes

of wakefulness, new

Without a fear or the fading becoming jaded

Green as Envy

The morning is at last seen / For the first time

                     Being alive / full on Wonder

And Beloved

                     More
                                 Over
                      Life ...

A rainbow of free will

And wide Freedom

Skies...

How should I thank all

this ...?

*(Tis of thee... Oh Life!)

Poor Miss Ramona seen the devil and ran out of breath , she screamed in confusion as she fell to her death , she'll be looking in your window come cool weather if you fail to get to sleep , you'll get a maniacal , glaring image the likes you've ne'er ever dreamed
The wise-man shan't be cracking a window in the month of November
Nor leaving lit candle for it'll only tempt her
Best be preparing for sleep at sundown , paying the constable to keep a lookout
Dousin' yer fire , addin' extra quilt , stuffin' ears with cotton with a second shot o' sleeping cider
Latchin' ones door smart 'n ketch'n up on yer Bible* ...

Look at that skin bag out playin tag with rusty nails
Lookin for guts for stuffin but found rags on sell
Always fails always fails maybe this is just hell
Another sad tale another nail on the coffin
Losin it lookin pale and unwell keep him talkin
Or silent return to nothin aint that somethin

Yea.... Look.....
              Every lesson i learned burned me till it stuck in an hurt
Started out as a kid searchin for the place i fit in
Saw broken souls young and old   healed what i could, learned how it worked livin in sin
started playin games as a  way to train for a life in the game
Till one day an O.G showed me a mans brain splatered like rain on a dark night one may.

Keep it real..
dont just act like steal...
If you sayin that you down,
Better be ready for the **** that comes around.
Bluffin gets real thugs stuffin trunks with punks an fools that squeel
So you better know how down you is for real

Beatin ******* *** in class for trash talkin my broke *******
White trash on welfare and food stamps
Only ever held stolen cash, only ever busted stolen gats
But i seen a mansion and now i got all that.
**** lessons and tests, group discussions and packets
Im brillintly crimanaly insane and intend to be a **** so i stay  underground straight
Ima live till i wanna die, words only boss ****** get to live by
One shot 2 shot, im hit, your fine, ima live, you gon die.
Cant **** what you cant match in pride
Watch what you fly round me i roll unstraped Take no crap and **** all you mother ****** scraps.
Hope you like my rap dont talk crap.

Somethings stuffin’ it’s self in my garden shed and it’s makin’ an awful mess as it is being fed..one would think an elephant was in my hut..and a drunk one at that staggering half cut!!

I bet it is a mouse with it’s family and  a spouse unravelling everything whilst searching out louse..but the tiny blighter must be as bold as brass coz he’s pooped everywhere from him filthy *** 🙂 ****** Moses what a state he has made of my nice clean shelves.. can the little ******’s not cleanup after themselves..

But I won’t set a trap so he should think himself lucky..I wouldn’t mind as much if he wasn’t as mucky..one would think he had been wearing mahoosive muddy wellies.. there is dirt on all my garden chairs.. filthy and smelly..so if he is living in my crib then he had better beware.. I have deadly mousetraps hanging over there ;)