Michael Brown's rap lyrics and Wesley Lowery's willful ignorance

If there's one think that really sticks in my craw, it's obfuscation in discussions of evil.

Yes, we absolutely must have a Ferguson, Missouri police-department investigation that comes to an airtight conclusion about whether officer Wilson was justified or not in shooting Michael Brown, but it's glaringly obvious that Brown was not merely the college-bound, grandma-visiting gentle giant of initial depictions.  Check out the picture of him in this Gateway Pundit post hours before his death flashing a gang sign.

And here's the real skinny on what WaPo's Lowery tries to depict as a mere "love of music":

Lyrics from Jennings StationsRoads Free$tyle Big Mike Luh Vee K

…My favorite part is when that body hits the ground.
I soak em up like I’m ringing out a sponge

Every time I call you bitch. There b cum.
And when she cum I b cumin all over her tongue
I beat that pussy up and then be on the run (Come on bitch!)
I roll flat blunts that look just like my thumb

…My niggas from the area we don’t play…
Masturbating off my voice on my laptop.
Mother f*ckers would have never far I made it in the rap game…

Lyrics from Lights Out Big’Mike K-Loc Luh A

Lights out. Lights out.
I knock your ass out.
Lights out.
Lights out…
…It’s lights out bitch.I do the hit and I’m gonnna make it hurt.
…And count my money while my bitch suck me like a Slurpee.

Exit question for race-bating Freedom-Haters:  Do you really want to make this guy's last day on earth your hill to die on?