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On the last leg of the tour, Donald invited his dad to join us. To give you some background, I never liked his first album Camp. I thought it was too mechanical, and the singing was too clean and sounded like a drama club kid in high school that was trying to win the lead in some play or some shit. The opening track ‘Outside’ was something I knew the words to only because I saw him perform it a million times on the road, but I’d be fine if I never heard that joint again. Until I heard his dad talk about it. This man could barely hold back tears just talking about not being able to listen to it for weeks after it came out because it took him to a time in his life that he hates to remember. Every damn lyric was true, but people marginalized it as a post-racial attempt to speak on a problem that is now non-existent. The music sucks? Cool. But I’ve never seen a rapper’s personal life attacked as much as Donald in this current era of music. … Let’s be real, Donald is an easy target for most people, specifically white critics. They see him as this affluent whiny dude who never had to struggle or live the black experience, and most of his success can be attributed to his built-in audience from being on network TV for a number of years. If you didn’t read that first sentence you would’ve most likely thought I was talking about Drake, but they won’t let niggas have two successful actors-turned-rappers. It’s just too much to digest. So you attack who you think is the weaker one, the one with no co-signs or real affiliations.