A new low for Obama

Well, just when you thought the Obamas had reached a new low, along comes Common, a rapper who performed at the White House last night. You may have noticed this item on the Drudge website, but you may not have seen some of the lyrics to his “music.”

First is his song threatening police and former President Bush. Here are some of the lyrics for you to ponder:

A Letter to the Law
. . . Tell the preacher, God got more than one son
Tell the law, my Uzi weighs a ton
I walk like a warrior,
from them I won’t run
. . . make them the main attraction
Turn around and attack them
Black gem in the rough
You’re rugged enough
Use your mind and nine-power, get the government touch
Them boys chat-chat on how him pop gun
I got the black strap to make the cops run
They watching me, I’m watching them
Them dick boys got a lock of cock in them
My people on the block got a lot of pok* in them
and when we roll together
we be rocking them to sleep
. . . Burn a Bush cos’ for peace he no push no button
Killing over oil and grease
no weapons of destruction
How can we follow a leader when this a corrupt one
The government’s a g-unit and they might buck young black people
Black people In the urban area one
I hold up a peace sign, but I carry a gun.


OK, besides the bad poetry, notice the references to guns and death—“nine power,” “”we be rocking them to sleep,” “Burn a Bush.” Nice, huh? Can you imagine if a white President invited a KKK leader to show up and sing threats to the black community??

Then there’s his other poem (using the term loosely) called “A Song for Assata.” This is a reference to convicted cop-killer and former Black Panther Assata Shakur, formerly known as Joanne Chesimard. She was convicted for the 1973 slaying of Trooper Werner Foerster on the New Jersey Turnpike, escaped prison in 1979, and is living in asylum in Cuba. Note the great sympathy for her in the portions of the song I have put here:

In the spirit of god.
In the spirit of the ancestors.
In the spirit of the black panthers.
In the spirit of assata shakur.
We make this movement towards freedom
For all those who have been oppressed, and all those in the struggle.
Yeah. yo, check it-

. . . Shot twice wit her hands up
Police questioned but shot before she answered
One panther lost his life, the other ran for his
Scandalous the police were as they kicked and beat her
Comprehension she was beyond, tryna hold on

. . . They lied and denied visits from her lawyer
But she was buildin as they tried to destroy her
. . . I read this sister's story, knew that it deserved a verse
I wonder what would happen if that woulda been me?
All this shit so we could be free, so dig it, y'all.


I'm thinkin' of assata, yes.
Listen to my love, assata, yes.
Your power and pride is beautiful.
May God bless your soul.



. . . It’s time for her to breathe, and not be told how or when
She untangled the chains and escaped the pain
How she broke out of prison I could never explain
And even to this day they try to get to her
But she's free with political asylum in cuba.


I'm thinkin' of assata, yeah.
Listen to my love, assata, yeah.
We're molded from the same mud, assata.
We share the same blood, assata, yeah.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Your power and pride, so beautiful...
May God bless your soul.
Oooh.


So this is the person the Obamas stand beside, the person they want in the White House, the person they think can help bring us all together (wasn’t that what Obama told us he wanted when he ran for President?). What a disgusting joke.