The f/ Amiri Baraka Something in the Way of (In Town)
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in the way of things Something that quit and won't start Something you know but stand know get along with Like Riding on top of the car through the windshield for his cue entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path your evil ways Like were yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is boss I to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate
I know things you know and you don't know 'cept I saw in the way of things Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it Was it so it followed me down the street Greeting everybody like the humor man But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice It was dat Me across people into the houses And not seeing the beings crowding around me ice picks You could see But looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to auction And let them chant the number and use an pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Remember Steppen Fetchit how we An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and the ice pick high off his head Made ya laugh
I can see in the way of our selves I can see in the way of our selves That's why I say the things I do, you it But its something to you that job This morning when you got there and it was And the machines were yearning soft you Yearning for that nigga to come and up his life Standin' there bein' and broke and troubled
My mistake is I kept sayin' "that was that God didn't exist" And you me, "nah, it was proof that the devil do" But still, its like I see something I hear I saw words in the white boy's rag said he was gonna die poor and That them dreams walk which you town S'gonna die from work There's on the street that's tellin' you you ain't shit And you believe it Broke and all the time You know some of the words but they ain't the right Your cable on but ain't nothin' you can see But I see in the way of things Something to us stumble Something get us drunk from noise and to sadness I see and feel something stalking us Like and ugly thing floating at our back calling us You see it and it too But you say it got a right to exist just you and if God made it But then we got to And the light gon' down around us Even we remember where the (light or mic??) is Remember the Negro at us through the cage You seen what I see The that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see too but can't call its name
Ain't it too bad said Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy kind to his motha Always say good to everybody on his way to work But that last time before he got locked up and hurt, bad I seen him toward his house and he wasn't smiling And he didn't say hello But I knew he'd seen Something in the way of things that it on him like it do in will And he kept marching and faster away from us And never even muttered a Then the day he was gone You wanna what You know what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I something in the way of things" And how the boys face that day just before they took him away The is? in that face and remember now, remember all other faces And all the places you've seen him or the sister with his child up the street Remember what you seen in your own mirror and for a second recognize The face, your own Straining to get out from the glass Open your like you was gon' say somethin' Close eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, don't you see something Something cold and Not invisible but blended with the shadow the old man Squatting by the drug store at the is head resting uneasily on his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the he went with
And in my too A waving craziness splitting into the jet stream of a black bird Wit his ass on Or the of where we go to know we gonna be happy
I seen I SEEN And you it too You it too You just can't call name name name name name name name