It Wasn’t Erykah’s Fault!
Rember when Common was dating Erykah Badu and went completely boho batshit on everybody? When he was an electric soul flower or whatever the hell? Everybody blamed it on Erykah Badu’s cosmic cooter. He got him a piece one night and he got up the next morning singin’ about psychic wires and purple radio waves and all kinds of incense-scented mess. Remember?
Well, guess what. It may not have all been Erykah’s fault. Ever listen to his father’s babbling at the end of “It’s Your World?” Pretty sure it’s genetic.
Be, be here, be there, be that, be this
Be grateful for life, be grateful to life
Be gleeful everyday, for being the best swimmer among 500,000
Be-nign, be you, be mom’s mean pie, be little black sambo With bad hair
Be aware of what a lynch is, Be, be boundless energy
Be a four star ghetto general, be no one except I
Be a strong academic student, be an A student in sociology
Be food for thought to the growing mind, be the author of your own horoscope
Be invited, be long-living, be forgiving, be not forgetful
Be a proud run, only to return to fight another day
Be peaceful if possible, but justice in ways (?)
Be high when you low, be on time but knowing to go
Be cautious of the road to college, taking a detour through Vietnam or the middle east
Be absent of wars at any past or present fought amongst themselves
Be visual of foreclosure over your shoulder while begging
A nation built on free labor for reparation, Be a cartopogropher
Be a map maker, be able to find afro-american man
search thoroughly it may be close to black man
Be ammended 5/5ths, be ammended 5/5ths human
Be the owner of more land than is set aside for wild life
Be cupid, to world government
Be found among the truth, lost tribe
Be at full strength when walking through the valley
Be not foolish as tender 18 of the mountain tops
Be a brilliant soul, sparkling in the galaxy while walking on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Ghandi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
..What the fuck is he talking about?
Don’t it sound like it should be on the front of Dr. Bronner’s soap bottles? ALL ONE!