Humpday Hate: Stop Blaming Erykah!

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’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.

Quoth Pops:

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

…The hell?

Did he ghostwrite Dr. Bronner’s soap labels?  ALL ONE!

Brokey McPoverty

Brokey McPoverty, aka Tracy Clayton, is a writer and humorist from Louisville, KY. She currently writes for BuzzFeed and lives in Brooklyn. Follow her on Twitter.

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  • Scipio Africanus

    I can’t imagine Pops ever having been young. Like he was born an old guy, adn sounding just like he always sounds on the records.

    • Be ready to trade them tater tots for some chocolate milk.

      Be askin’ to get smacked because you be playin’ too much.

      I can totally see it.

  • Michelle


  • Darius L. Harper

    Really, Brokey…c’mon!

    The thoughts/actions of an individual CAN’T be blamed on the musings of that same person’s parent. I mean…just ’cause ‘ya Daddy smokes weed and drinks grain alcohol doesn’t mean you’ll do it, too.

  • Sociology!

    • be great! be grand!
      be a granola bar in the morning!
      be bubbles the chimp!
      be an audience member at 106 and park!

  • tiffcab

    hahaha I love the Dr. Bonner’s statement at the end of the post. I love their pepermint soap. You are too funny!

  • jaddadalos

    The end of “It’s Your World” is one of my favorite parts of that album!

  • Dubbstepp

    Erykah Badu all albums are amazing (specially like But You Caint Use My Phone), love her lyrics