So this little post caught my attention, as you and I both know that we, as a generation, are often so thoroughly absorbed in our electronic devices/phones to be bothered with the burden of sitting alone without them.

So in this article, the author writes

Write a rap song.

Being part Caucasian myself, I’ve never written a rap song, but I imagine it’s as easy as rhyming and talking about the women you enjoy and the alcohol you pour on them. So try it. I’ll give you a couple starting points. Whiskey, Capri pants, and “nothing rhymes with orange.” If you can do it in Haiku form then major points for you. Look, you’ve achieved some creative writing while tapping your foot at a bar! You know what, baby? You deserve those French fries with garlic aioli. Aww, yeah.

Hold up…rewind! I don’t know how to even feel about this…Is he properly and respectfully acknowledging the birth of hip hop and rap out of the Black culture?(something that too many are hesitant to do regarding jazz, but I digress) Is he in some underhanded, yet still offensive way, implying that all Black people (and only Black people) write rap?

I don’t.

Clearly he is not well-educated nor well-versed of hip hop as an art form, nor does he understand the culture from where it was born. The fact that you couple only Black people writing raps…to feeling that rap only addresses bottle poppin and misogyny, I suggest you do your research.

This whole statement rubbed me the EXTREMELY wrong way, and I had to stop reading the rest of the post, despite how entertaining it could have (not) been. I understand the irony, but I don’t appreciate your comments. There’s a fine line between tasteful and classless; Walk it carefully.

#SCAProblems