The Mind of Ceno Young

By Clarence Holmes

Everybody has a story to tell. You ever walk pass a homeless person and wonder how he end up homeless. Well all your question are about to be answer, this is the life of a 21 year old young man. Who seen it all and did it all now he writes down the truth down inside his notebook. To let the world see. This is his poetry, his work of art, this is the life of a homeless child, here is his work raw and uncut the truth giving to you by someone that lived it. This is the story of Ceno Young this is his Bio, His Story, The Life. The Mind Of Ceno Young.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Dec 28, 2010
• ISBN: 9781450279857

Clarence Holmes

CENO YOUNG, also known as Clarence S. Holmes is a 21 year old black african american man. Who has been writing poetry ever since the age of 13 year old. Young was born and raise in St. Louis Mo. Went to University City High School for the 9th grade. After the 9th the grade Young drop out of high school and attended “Golconda Job Corps”. And took up cooking and graduated top of his class where he receive his high school diploma. Young wrote his first poem when he was 14 years old. The poem was decated to his dead friend Peter Johnson who commited suicide over some woman. “Ceno Young” began rapping after that and cept at it and still does it time to time. After that “Ceno Young” was born. Young tell the truth inside this book is a no hold bar. Holding nothing back the truth as he give you.

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The Mind Of

Ceno Young

Clarence Holmes

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The Mind Of Ceno Young

Copyright © 2010 Clarence Holmes

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iUniverse rev. date: 12/8/2010

Contents

MY WAY

WHERE I’M FROM

MY MAMA WISHES

I’m MONEY

1 Love

Untitled

What Would You Do

DEAR RAPPER’S

False Flanging

I Had A DREAM

No Money

Pain where I’m From

TRINTY

City Cries PT.1

What’s Good

Around The World

Black girl Lost

Cause We Poor

Female Friends

Black Ice

Abusive Child

HeartLess

GOD forgot

Going No where

Crab’s In A Bucket

Cry Alone

Follower

Sherriel

Peace

Life is a battle field

Tables Turn’s

Love

Female Thought’s

Far Away

I’m Not Her Man

City Cries Part 2

Jay

Good Times

Gotham City STL

UnThankful

Wish

A Poem For You

The White Man

UnfaithFul Woman

What You Know

All Falls Down

Help Me

Hoe

Escaped Pt 1

Fake Pastor

Lord You Need To Know

Switch Side

21 Years

I Lived It

Fall

Cry

Treat Me This Way

Good Looking Brotha

She A Pornstar

Quiet

I Could Be

Stop Being Picky

Pray In The Dark

Your Type

Blood On My Hands

Pitch Black

Life Together

Long Distance

Gold Digger

Stick Up Kid

How Could You

Another Day In Paradise

Daddy Dearest

Can I Live

Bitch In You

RICO

MY WAY

I did it my way, ride til the wheel’s fall off catch a flat and i’m on the side of the highway.

Writer block hoping anything will show up, sitting here waiting for a 3 hour mentle tow truck.

But so what, thoughts quicker than the business hoes dig it like the gold rush. Please bar

witness ninthe grade he respect what he see, tenth grade his name getting pass through

the street like STD. And I can’t grow out of my name the whole game it wont change, or go sour, bullets get thrown from a 100 miles an hours lead shower. Fuck the slice the bread ours, quick attack no rap at all i crush your adam apple shit