Guess Which Rapper Was Kidnapped By His Dad As A 9-Month-Old Baby And Driven Across State Lines With His Mom Handcuffed To The Front Seat?

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Common's Book One Day It'll All Make Sense

Well damn… one of these guys’ family lives was just all the way dysfunctional from the start. Can you guess which rapper had the bad kidnapping dad? Would you be surprised to find out it was Common? In his new memoir “One Day It’ll All Make Sense” (out this month via Atria Books) the rapper lets his guard down to reveal the real “Rashid” as his mom calls him. In the prologue he details how his infancy was marred by his ball-playing Daddy’s drug abusing ways, which included kidnapping baby Common and his ma dukes:

Dear Reader:

When I was eighteen months old, my mother and I were kidnapped at gunpoint. My father held the gun.

At least that’s one side of the story. I first heard about it all from my aunt long after it happened, when I was already a grown man. I asked my mother, and she told it to me one way. I asked my father, and he told it to me another…

My father, Lonnie Lynn, was a Chicago playground legend. They called him the Genie because he’d make the basketball disappear right before your eyes then make reappear at the bottom of the net. At six food eight, he had NBA size and the skills to match. He was nice around the rim and had a sweet stroke from inside eighteen feet. But he talked back to coaches. He missed practice. He developed a habit. He was out of the league before his career really began. For all his gifts, he played just one year of professional basketball, for the Denver Rockets and the Pittsburgh Pipers of the ABA.

Around the same time, his relationship with my mother was falling apart. He was getting high, keeping drugs right out in the open on the nightstand. One time my mother locked him out of our apartment, and he shot out all the windows. When he was sober, he was a loving man, but when he was high, he was somebody else…

His last chance came with a tryout for the Seattle SuperSonics. They knew about my dad’s past troubles, and they were concerned. They wanted to know he was a family man. Problem was, my folks were separated, heading toward divorce. So, early one morning, my father packed everything he owned into the backseat of a rented Dodge Charger and drove to Eighty-eight and Dorchester in Chicago’s South Side, where my mother and I lived.

Here is where my parents’ stories diverge. “He took us out the house at gunpoint, handcuffed me to the front seat, put you in the back, and started driving across the country to Seattle,” my mother says.

“You and your mother got in the front seat with me,” my father recalls, “and we started out on Interstate 90 heading west.”

WHOA… Denial is not just a river in Africa.

Keep reading to find out how Common and his mom escaped.

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