President Obama reportedly called for an investigation into how a photo, which appears to be his daughter Malia Obama, surfaced on the Instagram page of an anti-cop gangsta rap group.
The photo appears to be 16-year-old Malia Obama wearing a white shirt with the logo of Pro Era — charming lyrics below — in green, red and black lettering. A representative for the group’s lead rapper Joey Bada$$, who was recently arrested and charged with assault after punching a security guard in the face when the guard asked to see his credentials before a show in Australia, told Gawker that the New York-based gangsta rap group received the photo from a “mutual friend.”
“The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree,” Allen West said via Facebook. “Here’s 16-year-old Malia Obama sporting a t-shirt for an anti-cop gangsta rap group.”
The authenticity of the Instagram picture has not been verified by PPD, but if the White House is looking into how it landed on the Internet, then the doubters lose some of their argument. If it does turn out to be authentic, which it appears to be, then Mr. and Mrs. Obama will have a little less credibility on race relations.
Critics have long argued that the president has wasted an opportunity to address the deterioration of culture and family in black communities, because he was allegedly such a fantastic father. First lady Michelle Obama famously told Barbara Walters in a 2013 interview that only Malia was able to use Facebook, while Sasha did not have social media access at all. Yet, if they were parenting as much as they claim, then how did the daughter of a president end up on the Internet supporting garbage like this?
Here are a few lyrics from Extortion by Pro Era shared by Free Republic via Gateway Pundit:
I’m screaming who want war ni**a
They don’t want that war
Sh*t your articles of clothing was an issue
With these magazine ni**as talking sh*t, I’ll load a full clip
Never face Defeat, but word up in the streets
We ain’t free, don’t sell me dreams
You ain’t know that talk is cheap
Kirk be the ni**a with problems
We gonna call Prob up, he gonna handle the problems
Vodka blocking my chakras
Bumping that Flying Lo and TOKiMONSTA
Ahh I gotcha
We superior beings, you seen how I been
Been living on clouds but this ain’t no dream
Been riding on nimbus I’m out for the spinach
My b**ch didn’t like it then f**k you, good riddance
It’s hard to stay sane in a world full of sinning
But, see, all I got is my ni**as
The White House has not returned a request for a comment.