The day that I am painted as a thug
I would ask that my mother slap me and my accuser
For every day I work to tell stories and become a better man
I write poems of empowerment and respect women
I do not, have not, and will never promote violence
Narcotics, or misogyny
For that is not how Mom raised me.
Yet, when a man who is far older than I
Does the same as I am doing now:
Storytelling
Standing up for his beliefs
Lifting up his brethren
Combating violence and misogyny
And is invited to the White House
He is painted as a “vile” rapper?
Why is it that a “rapper” is equated with “gangsta”?
Why would someone look on an honorable man with hate?
Do you look at Kid Rock or Ted Nugent with hate?
Do you hate Charlie Sheen or Eminem, for that matter?
Let me make something clear to you:
I rap, too.
I may not be professional; I rap for fun
Everybody in this generation has.
But I bet that were I invited to the President’s event
I’d be plagued by the same drama
As Common faced in May.
How many of my words would be twisted?
How many times would I be called “vile” or “gangsta”
when I am not?
Tell me how many worse offenders have been
in Presidential company?
If this all happened to someone
who is like me
What would O’Reilly and Hannity say about me?
I’m independent
But this is why I can’t be Republican
The Democrats look better every hour
I really wish that Fox News
would have more use for their power
To focus on actual issues
And not on smearing a black man
The day that I am painted as a thug
I would ask that my mother slap me and my accuser
For every day I work to tell stories and become a better man

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