Obama + Lil Wayne… That’s DEFINITELY in the Pocket

Let’s be real once again.  This song is hot.  Oh, so you thought I was finna instantly jump in and talk about the ridiculous nature that is this song.  Well, you’re wrong.  And probably boujie (it’s ok, happens to us all).  Real talk, this song is ridiculously hot.  For those that haven’t heard it:

(there’s no official video for it; this is just the first one I found… on a side note: good look to everyone that let me know how to embed youtube videos… it’s HELLA easy and I feel HELLA non-internet savvy now.  thanks guys.   hold my pocket)

Alright, enough with the intro.  Summary:  the song is hot.  At the same time, i hate it.  I love it, I hate it.  To clarify, Lil Wayne makes any track hot.  That doesn’t mean I want him rapping about my President.  Well, the problem is a bit deeper than that.  I also have a problem with people wearing Obama paraphernalia while getting drunk and/or wiling out at the club.  This is a two way street.  On the one hand, it’s the hip hop/ young and professional/ grown & sexy/ swagger generation in part that put in the intense groundwork to register people to vote and get young folks out to the polls.  At the same time, a Black President doesn’t justify rocking his image while twerking at your local night spot (similarly, stop wearing Malcolm X while getting your back blown out on the dance floor).

But really, the problem persay isn’t the odd paraphanalia/club scene mixture.  It’s the idea (I’m finna make an assumption here) that it’s okay to be hyphy for your newfound Black President and still be kinda wack personally.  That part is the assumption, the personal wackness.  We all make that mistake.  Let me give you an example.

I’m Greek.  Part of a Black Greek Letter Organization to be specific.  One thing we stress is to not show up late to class wearing your greek letters.  The same goes for drinking, smoking, or any other blatantly scandalous behavior.  If you’re going to not be on par, do it as an individual and not as a representation of a larger entity.

The problem is, as Black people we are always representative of being Black (no matter how hard some of us try to scrub the Blackness off).  As a result, anything we do is instantly a representation of the race, blah blah (most of us have heard this already).  When it comes to representing the Black President, the last thing we want is a youtube video of a group of Black teenagers twerking while rocking Obama t-shirts and singing the Lil Wayne ‘Barack Obama’ remix. That last statement is a cold stereotype of a video I hope never to see.  But dammit I’m all about precautions.

So if you’re gonna rock Obama in the club, that’s fine.  Do what ya do.  But also rock him while you’re showing up early to the job.  Rock him while you’re putting in extra work as a mentor or tutor.  Rock him while helping elderly women across the street.  Rock him in the front row of your chemistry class (be it AP, remedial, or regular).  Rock him while being tight.  Plain and simple.

And if you’re not tight and you are rocking Obama, well, just hold a pocket.