"wildin" poems
All these wild thoughts
beautifully inspired by you.
The way you looked at me when you walked away,
got me feelin some type of way.
The way you wear those jeans,
got me wishin you would put me on.
The way you smilin, if you're an angel,
then there is something wrong.
got my thoughts wildin, vibes getting strong,
The way you lookin, I know you feel the bond.
Got my attention, the way you move those hips
now you really turning it on.
Your body language speaking loud and clear
It wasn’t a mistake, destiny is got us here
now let me take you there.
The vibes will never disappear.
Thoughts wildin with your lips in my ear.
I want to take you now and, right here.
I'll take you anywhere.
Time is precious
so lets not waste it here.
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 11:01 PM UTC
I been on, and on, and on going at it.
Bring the metal, if you have it.
We can play it out.
I'm paranoid, indulge into the void.
I'm a black Savage, bad as Black Sabbath.
Set your ship, shit-deep,
Your last words, you better
assist with what we can salvage!
The other side of me, asked _if you can manage!_
I'll take us both out!
Go out. Goku and Raditz
Blasted into King Kait's World
Special Beam Canon.
None of this is common.
None of ths Canon.
I'm no Nick, we wildin' out
Flying high, disregard all by default
without a calculated LANDING.
KOBE!!! DAMN! We miss you!
_Repent for our sins. Cause we done ENOUGH DAMAGE!
I'm losing my patience and my cool
I'll be ****** if another fool
goes inside a school, with a gun
I'm no mailman. But I will bust out the package.
Go ham on the packet, take it out da plastic!
I'll road-rage-rampage, Laredo Heat
Blacked out Bandit. I am coming for answers!_
No water, all Ice with fire.
Pray for help, if he's old enough
To game and gamble, then he can get scrabbled.... like eggs!
Then give him every sample to lead by example
I am not playing games, off with his head!
i am not soft with the dread.
Get ravaged and dismantled
act hard, then get HANDLED!!
Help me. Help me. Help me....
White noise bringing the realization
from the brain's static
_My mind's eye open, I'ma black man,
I know, I know, I know, I know, I
no **** with black magic!
Playing board games, got me bored with your tactics
Try me, you be in Monopoly, figuring why you're "Sorry"
The trouble is on it's way and Trouble is bringing damage
I got nothing else to lose,
My life more wasted than CJ on
highway drifting on xanax.
SKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRTTT!!!!!!!
Awh **** HERE WE GO AGAIN._
Aug 7, 2022
Aug 7, 2022 at 9:39 PM UTC
****** ****** answer this riddle
Diddy do it or diddy not
Bro thinks he got that baby oil gyatt
Parties that wildin be crazy as heck
With all them toys he leave my behind a wreck
Diddy do it or Diddy not
Diddy Diddy bro got a w coin slot
Party party all night and day
Diddy diddy I love you everyday
Oct 4, 2024
Oct 4, 2024 at 12:00 AM UTC
By: Cedric McClester
When she bought the house
His mother was smiling
She could finally leave Queens
For the burbs of Long Island
She wanted to leave Queens
Because in Queens the kids were wildin’
But little did she know
So were her little darlins’
The fast paced life
She thought she left behind
Gave her a comfort level
But only in her mind
Call it accidental
Or simply by design
To the realities of life
She was partially blind
This is a cautionary tale
From which there’s no escape
Like the finish of a close race
It’s a tale of the tape
Lampin’ in the burbs
Things seemed to be fine
He smoked a little herb
Because he was inclined
According to most people
You couldn’t find
A nicer fella anywhere
Most of the time
There was another side to him
Ya need to know
Rumor has it
That he moved a lot of blow
But where he sold it at
Nobody seemed to know
It was in the kinds of places
His people didn’t go
This is a cautionary tale
From which there’s no escape
Like the finish of a close race
It’s a tale of the tape
Life’s a mystery
Because ya never know
How long you’re gonna be here
Or when you’re gonna go
So how come most of us
Act like that isn’t so
Living recklessly
Most of the time but - yo
There were those who thought they knew him
But they really didn’t
So many aspects of his personality
He kept well hidden
He did lots of things
That people thought he didn’t
And if they confronted him
He simply wouldn’t admit it
This is a cautionary tale
From which there’s no escape
Like the finish of a race
It’s a tale of the tape
Swing low sweet chariot
The Lord took him home
Only twenty-one
But sadly now he’s gone
Made a left turn
But that turn was wrong
Now he’s a memory
Talked about in song
The bigger they are
They say the harder they fall
It’s an understatement to relate
That he was tall
A giant of a man
About six-five in all
Tall enough to make
Everyone else look small
While in front of his mother’s house
Minding his own business
A gunman snuck behind him
According to the witness
Pumped two in his head
With certainty and quickness
Knocked him to the ground
Where he was still and listless
This is a cautionary tale
From which there’s no escape
Like the finish of a close race
It’s a tale of the tape
Swing low sweet chariot
The Lord took him home
Only twenty-one
But sadly now he’s gone
Made a left turn
But that turn was wrong
Now he’s a memory
Talked about in song
(c) Copyright 2015, Cedric McClester. All rights reserved.
Apr 21, 2015
Apr 21, 2015 at 8:07 AM UTC
rescue me oh lard rescue me...from these politicians neglecting me..pretend to be protecting me Fathers of the land selling me to the enemy..culture is men calling themselves ****** and seeking not to make an accomplice associate or friend but offending me, so much hate I'm gone need bout ten of me, relocate to a bunker deep in Tennessee and pass days with 160z brandy snifters, ice cubes and Hennessy smoking home grown steadily rising to cloud nine and a blown dome, so high if i fall I'll die I'll fall and I'll dive into fields of visions that release me to be free of superstitions, no judge no jury sorry officer no court convictions, and I'll still be smoking and wildin out feeding my addictions..aint living life with no restrictions or silent objections i sit back cleverly connecting reflections to bring to light my next projection..born a King by your election, to Adonai's call there is no objection..Missed me with that **** here I'll point a firm direction, faith be your guide your will be your own protection..walk ye in your life in the shadow of Gods grace and mercy eternally enslaved by enchantment, destined to despair as happiness ignorantly given to death by divination.
Aug 23, 2014
Aug 23, 2014 at 6:46 PM UTC
The world needs balance,
The world needs balance.
Wake up to the news every morning of homies Wildin.
Why don't you stay in school?
Education succeeds violence.
Why spend your life in the hood?
Get a new challenge.
Get some new talents,
The trap game gets old.
Half the ones that say they trap,
Get in the real game and just fold.
Never going for the gold,
But they settle for them metals.
Just be palming on that pistol,
Advocate for the devil.
Willing to **** to survive,
So much pain in mothers' eyes.
Lost two sons:
one to system & and one to the skies .
The devil in disguise ,
He don't care who stay alive .
He just wanna create chaos ,
He just wanna ruin lives.
Heaven or hell ?
You choose .
Whether Dead or in jail?
You lose .
Heartless or heartbroken ?
Stories rolling on the news.
I'm never amused.
My generations amusement.
Six flags fall to half-staff,
My generation is losing.
Dying off.
Kids my age aren’t coming home.
I’m realizing, kids my age aren't coming home.
Some wonder why I write poems.
Just So you can feel me and my standpoint,
Cause I never been good with words unless I write out what I've planned. Huh?
Wishing we could talk to God more.
Wishing the FEDERAL government would provide more;
assistance for college that's why these kids quittin' .
They lack the AMBITION,
And incentives to keep them driven.
Unemployment is high .
These kids gettin higher.
In an attempt to talk to God ;
So they all Rastafari .
Playing host to a chess game.
Satan Versus God.
But you can't wither & Waver,
Gotta pick & choose your side.
So whose side do your reside on?
I mean, who do you rely on?
This cold world, but no heat.
Can't stay wrinkle free, without an iron.
Perfection's in belief.
Belief is in faith.
Faith is discussion.
So who do you discuss today?
Give them something to talk about…
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 1:52 AM UTC
yo, dawg
I remember this one time
we was straight chillin
I fell out and was sleepin hard, dawg
my homeboys was actin the fool
smoking that tea
wildin out
like they was straight mad
party was of the hiz-ook
then this little blond ***** rolled in
takin bout whitey
o’ some ****
I was tore up, dawg
sleepin in a muthafukkin teapot
this ** flappin her gums
bout this and that
like we give two *****
homeboy, we was jess lookin to rip it up
out of the blue this trick
says ‘cat’
dawg, I jumped up
running across the table
moving furniture
up in this here muthafukka
my homeboys lit out after me
hollerin like big dawgs
one a’ those fools
we like to call the Hatter
went to rubbin a bit o’ jam on my nose
a little on the gums
you how we do
anaway
that **** did the trick
and I fell out
hard like a muthafukka
passed. the **** out.
hit the bricks and skid my chin
you feel me?
bout that time this little trip rolls in
talking about being late n’ ****
that Hatter straight destroyed his rolex
send homeboy to cryin like *****
dawg, that **** was the craziest party
we still talk about the madass ****
…..never knew what happened to the blond
chick was a trip ---
Apr 21, 2016
Apr 21, 2016 at 11:44 AM UTC
hey there pianist
play us something please
wipe away those dusty keys
and bring us to our knees
why hum those tunes
when you can play
guide these voices on their way
and show us how its done
i know you miss those wildin' days
when your hands flew up and down
try once more, don't be shy
and stop with that ol' frown
i see your fingers itch and search
when you hear a melody
to replicate that very sound
this is your only remedy
hey there pianist
play us something please.
Aug 18, 2018
Aug 18, 2018 at 4:26 PM UTC
So many ******* want they hand
In the cookie lookin' afar
I see my enemies creepin'
Line em up like pawns spawnin'
guns loose tap that *** now ya brains loose
Marinatin' in the concrete pavement
No sentiment
From me or apologies entice misery
For those who ain't down with me
Did my wars two by myself don't need no help
I do bad on my own time
**** checkin' the rhyme I'm droppin' dimes
Knowledge over fame don't act strange
***** ****** all act the same
Wither it be male or female
fools be actin" It aint hard to tell
caught between heaven and hell
Doing time cursed on earth lookin' at my clockwork what a beautiful perk
And how long will my reign last?
When they come blast my *** puff Puff pass
I stay smokin' hash leave my bullets on the steering wheel dash
Check how my gun blast !!
(Boo yoooo)
Trappin' enemies before they get a chance to see me
Burned eternally god bless the dead
Souls that had depart early
Can't help if I'm caught in a violent flurry
Two fools in one night ****** lurkin"
On every sight
Deaths lookin' for pleasure
But a niggihs under pressurea nigguhs heard it wrong
I'm reincarnation of Don Coreolone
Fools still singing the same song
Over and over better find Jehovah
My straps swift as a Cobra
Drunk as a skunk hardly ever sober
Bust at everybody no remorse
Tears of a clown I always frown
**** smilin' I be wildin' hot stylin'
The perfection of a flawless ******
And there I was
Lookin'at a double imagery man in the mirror
Enticin' terror this ain't a new era
Times is bad so we all had
Nothing so had to bust something
I see my homies coming
Techs is humming I'm running and grunting
Lookin' for a safe haven I learn from the maven
Keep three steps ahead of one
Laws of power enemies get devoured now I showered
My GATS now death reigning
Things remain the same
Ain't a God **** thang changed
Eye for eye
Now buried under pressureeeeee
Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 12:38 AM UTC
yo **** the media the press
and all they stress the south linked with the west
ya get two of the best i guess
you muthaphukkas thought i was dead
naw just took a power nap as i slap
the industry with these dusty *** raps
I'm platinum plus plus check my artillery surplus
we got killas on every corner
do what i wanna and how i wanna
smoke mirajuiana with some killaz in Tijuana
Mexico don't flex though **
unless ya wanna be in the ground
sounds of H-town so bow down bow down
as i let my clip ride bound to be a homicide
you can run but ya cant hide
from the south or westside
we connected like bonny and clyde
now show me that whooo ride?
check the pumps by my side thats how we ride
guerillas with a bunch of triggers don't call us ******
call us finanical settlers like the rockerfellers
did they tell ya
that I'm an enemy to the establishment
dollaz n sense i see you running to the fence
but cant get over
cuz these bullets stick to ya head over shoulders
so ya life is over
call out for the Jehovah
ya know ya dead ****** red
and you quote what i said
take to the magazine
i pack magazines **** you and ya skinny jeans
i prefer gangsta **** with suits on
like Al Capone
beatin' on my chest like King Kong
protector of Skull Island while y'all smilin' im wildin'
no koolaid in my blood
we keep it true **** the FBI NSA and they crew
revolutions in position pistols is grinin'
castin' stones at glasshouse and watch the White House get doused
up in flames by angry citizens growin' deranged
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 6:11 PM UTC
It's a showdown,
in a no girl's land...
Come on devil,
I got a gun,
let's have some fun...
There's never a plan,
in no girl's land....
Also I am the drifting
Shifting astonishing
Sound clerafying
Inside dull dying
Drive is inclining
Street corner climbing
I am rythym still smiling
Front row front porch reclining
Future promising
Rose and candles piling
Harsh pile in
Pack the club stylin
I'm Royal and wildin
WiLDing out now and theN
Now and later and stay again
Aug 22, 2016
Aug 22, 2016 at 10:37 PM UTC
the sky lights up brilliantly and my eyes right the wrongs written for three weeks. the only piece keeping me on the street is my feet tattooed to the shadows and shoes. the only figure at the same altitude as my head will be my expectations. any doubts about us not wildin' out will be squashed when the bottle starts passing around. voices tell me that my choices will give me hell but my buddy Bud light, he'll yell back too loud to be drown out. senses weakened, we smoke beer and drink cigarettes til we sneak into cemeteries and the ghosts leak into our socks. we speak in shocking dialect that we'll regret when the sun is met by skyline but tonight we shine like the stars that nod their heads to the music of a good ******* weekend and this feeling, i hope i never lose it. love will be our beacon.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 1:27 PM UTC
Man in the mirror, what can I say?
You knew it would come to this day
Feeling like a ***** up for the things you did
Out here wildin’ but somehow, still without a kid
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Trying to replace someone in all the wrong faces
You had the best thing you could ask for & blew it
How could you be so selfish & stupid
Too busy feeding your ego as well as your pride
Convincing these women you love em when it’s all lies
Funny how you despise your father but became just like him
Willing to lust over any woman that seemed to like him
You let a woman gas you up when she’s blushing from you flirting
The right one came & left but let’s be honest, you deserved it
That’s what you get when you listen to your head & not your heart
Trying to win bragging rights instead of playing the right card
But I get it tho, you ain’t used to that lust attention
Making women feel good like you’re what they’re missing
You truly went from being a King to a ******
from the perfect lover to just another man *****
You're supposed to be her Peace but her became like her past
Messing her head up just to *** her crazy then put her last
Amazing how you hurt the one woman who wasn’t full of games
then continue with your miserable life like you have no shame
The amazing Mr f up & your pride won’t let you take the blame
just giving her another reason to believe y’all are all the same
- Poetic Venom
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Money I gets hand over fist
So don't be suspicious
Or my glocks will make ya death dishes
Blowing wishes but no cakes I hate fakes
Still got loot to rakes like leaves
Can you comprhend these
Aesthetic melodies
I got more wisdom than Socrates
I'll sock ya and make ya fall to ya knees
Begin in pleas but won't get no mercy outta me
See I be deadly shooter trigger aim
Ready
Set to the go blow you into another form
Reincarnation only to be incarcerated from.the bars I created
Most try to debate and hate it
But it's been acclimated
As I shine braille full thoughts
Put em in halftimeeeee
Slammin' clips to ya melon
Harder than Oneal
So embrace my rhymes so ya feel
Deep into ya intellect until it starts to sweat
No such thing as poetic justice
Its just us brother serving poems
Like my brothers sitting in the jail cells pain sowed in times pouring
Out their sentence even though they was in innocence
**** the system they can't duck us forever
See the changing weathers
Just means I'm getting clever formin' alliance
Once we strapped together
the world will crumble at our
sight fear of our might
We ain't takin' **** no more
Scared of a war outcries of gore
Feel my pain you punk *******
Hanging in the high hills with riches
Seems like they dont know they story
Of Gog and Magog
Don't know they gone get gassed in fogged like Gulag
My brother and I like ****** and Stalin
They say he was a bad man but just mad cuz he was wildin'
Out with they own money flip their wickedness
Germans showed United States the business
Now the history books is full of lies
But now the **** been revealed no longer disguised open up my eyes
From the shade that blocked me
Try to deaden me.but see
The Lord works myteriously
Masterplan laid perfectly
So it crushed all of my enemies
Once I cast thee
Projection of my mind hit em like nine
The world is mine after nickels and dimes
Sound the flat line........cuz yoo
....It's halftime
Dec 24, 2017
Dec 24, 2017 at 10:06 PM UTC
Well here's a freestyle
Let me rap a mile
As I put on a smile
And think of tiny tiles
Like stepping stones
Or skeleton bones
To make words flow
Off the top of my head and
In yo girls bed
Yeah I'm freestyling
I'm straight up wildin'
I've got the mileage
For proverbial cartilage
Calcium, muscle, all the organs are here
For an MC that everyone fears
Let me take a breath
And wallow in death
From the mic massacre
You feeling the burn?
Yeah, get lost, ****
Jul 10, 2020
Jul 10, 2020 at 1:52 PM UTC