Chance The Rapper: Oh, How the Tables Turn

Once upon a time Chance the Rapper could do no wrong. Rising from the Chicago underground in a time where the city was more likely to be identified as the home of drill and murder capital of the US, Chance became the face of independence.

Landing features that looked like a who’s who of established and emerging artists, the internet was flooded with articles attempting to explain how he did it all with no major label support.

When I saw him on the Magnificent Coloring World Tour, I marveled at the crowds’ deep admiration for Chance and those 21 Anatomorphex puppets. Media outlets picked his manager’s brain for growing an artist organically.

Then it all changed.

After a series of mixtapes, and a short break, Chance was dropping what is considered his debut album, The Big Day. That, and the fact that Chance had just got married should spell out “victory lap.”

Instead, his audience turned on him quicker than folks went from “Hosanna” to “crucify him” with the Biblical Jesus.

The balancing act between praising God and siccing “dread heads” on detractors version of Chance seemed to be the preferred Chance. The internet made mockery of married Chance.