BY: Cedric McClester

Jurors would be asked to find
Probable cause
But who knows what goes down
Behind closed door
When you discover the man wasn’t
Who you thought he was
And you become victimized
In spite of the **** laws

They’ll blame you (the victim)
As they usually do
Then accuse you of not knowing
What you shoulda knew
When the sad reality
Is that you had no clue
You’d be drugged and date *****
Before you came to

His image is carefully crafted
On the other hand you’re someone
Who would get laughed at
So you keep your silence
Though treated like a door mat
Because he has the power
To make lies a fact
And then dare you to try ‘n react

They’ll blame you (the victim)
As they usually do
Then accuse you of not knowing
What you shoulda knew
When the sad reality
Is that you had no clue
You’d be drugged and date *****
Before you came to

So you wait for years
To get it off of your chest
And when you finally do
You’re vilified nonetheless
As far as they’re concerned
It’s no contest
Ya see he has no conscience
As you might have guessed

As more and more women
Come to the fore
The licentious allegations
Become hard to ignore
Which reveal he’s rotten
Right down to the core
And he’d go to any lengths
To cop or to score

They’ll blame you (the victim)
As they usually do
Then accuse you of not knowing
What you shoulda knew
When the sad reality
Is that you had no clue
You’d be drugged and date *****
Before you came to

Jurors would be asked to find
Probable cause
But who knows what goes down
Behind closed door
When you discover the man wasn’t
Who you thought he was
And you become victimized
In spite of the **** laws

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