The f/ Amiri Baraka Something in the Way of (In Town)
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Something in the way of Something will quit and won't start Something you know but can't Can't know get along Like Riding on top of the car peering through the for his cue Something fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your ways Like they yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is boss I tried to put a spell on him but his is illiterate
I know you know and nothing 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 funny it followed me down the Greeting everybody like the good man But an got the taste of good humor but no ice cream It was dat Me talking people into the houses And not seeing the crowding around me with ice picks You see them But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your Looked important jiggaboos on the way to your auction And let them the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Remember Fetchit how we laughed An all Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling With the ice high off his head ya laugh anyway
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 something to you Like job This morning when you got and it was quiet And the machines were yearning behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his Standin' bein' dissed and broke and troubled
My mistake is I kept sayin' "that was proof that God exist" And you told me, "nah, it was proof that the do" But still, its like I see I hear things I saw in the white boy's lying rag he was gonna die poor and frustrated That them dreams walk you 'cross town die from over work There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you you ain't And you believe it and mistaken all the time You know some of the words but they the right ones cable 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 something and something stalking us Like and ugly floating at our back calling us names You see it and it too But you say it got a to exist just like you and if God made it But then we got to And the gon' come down around us Even though we where the (light or mic??) is the Negro squinting at us through the cage You what I see too? The smile that ain't a smile but teeth against our necks You see something too but call its name
Ain't it too bad y'all Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy kind to his motha Always say good morning to on his way to work But that last time before he got locked up and hurt, bad I seen him walkin' toward his house and he smiling And he didn't even say But I knew he'd seen Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in And he kept faster and faster away from us And never even a word the next day he was gone You wanna what You wanna what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I seen in the way of things" And how the boys face looked that day before they took him away The is? in that face and remember now, all them other faces And all the many places seen him or the sister with his child up the street Remember you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize The face, own face to get out from behind the glass Open your mouth like you was say somethin' Close your eyes and what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, don't you see something Something cold and Not invisible but with the shadow criss-crossing the old man by the drug store at the corner With is head resting on his folded arms And the boy smiled and the girl he went with
And in my too A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black Wit his ass on Or the of where we go to know we gonna be happy
I seen I something And you it too You it too You just can't call name name name name name name name