The Roots f/ Baraka Something in the Way of (In Town)
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Something in the way of Something will quit and won't start you know but can't stand Can't know get with Like Riding on top of the car through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and That creeps across your path hallowing evil ways Like they were passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me to is your boss I tried to put a on him but his spirit is illiterate
I know things you know and nothing you don't 'cept I saw in the way of things grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the everybody like the good humor man But an they got the taste of good but no ice cream It was dat Me talking people into the houses And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice You see them But they looked like Negroes on the way to your funeral Looked important jiggaboos on the way to your auction And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count teeth Remember Steppen Remember Steppen how we laughed An all Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling the ice pick high off his head Made ya laugh
I can see something in the way of our I can see in the way of our selves why I say the things I do, you know it But its else to you Like job This morning when you got there and it was And the were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and
My is I kept sayin' "that was proof 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 and frustrated That them dreams walk which you 'cross S'gonna die from over There's on the street that's tellin' you you ain't shit And you believe it and mistaken all the time You know some of the words but they ain't the ones Your back 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 thing floating at our back calling us names You see it and it too But you say it got a right to just like you and if God made it But then we got to And the light gon' come down us Even though we remember the (light or mic??) is Remember the Negro squinting at us the cage You seen what I see The that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but can't its name
it too bad y'all said Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy always to his motha say good morning to everybody on his way to work But that last time before he got up and hurt, real bad I seen him toward his house and he wasn't smiling And he even say hello But I knew seen something Something in the way of things that it worked on him it do in will And he kept marching faster and faster from us And never even a word Then the day he was gone You wanna what You wanna what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I something in the way of things" And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him The is? in face and remember now, remember all them other faces And all the many places seen him or the sister with his child Wandering up the Remember what you seen in your own and didn't for a second recognize The face, your own Straining to get out behind the glass Open your mouth like you was gon' say Close eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, you see something else Something cold and Not invisible but blended the shadow criss-crossing the old man Squatting by the store at the corner With is head resting uneasily on his arms And the boy that and the girl he went with
And in my too A craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black bird Wit his ass on Or the solomNOTness of where we go to we gonna be happy
I something I SEEN And you it too You it too You just can't call it's name name name name name name