Luyện nghe bài hát Somithng in the Way of Things (In Town)

The Roots f/ Baraka

Something in the Way of (In Town)

In x3

in the way of things
Something that will quit and won't
Something you but can't stand
Can't know get along
Like
on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cue
Something entirely and true
That creeps your path hallowing your evil ways
Like they were passing yourself not smiling
The dead guy you saw me talking to is your
I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is

I know things you know and nothing you don't
'cept I saw in the way of things
Something grinning at me and I to know, was it funny?
Was it so funny it followed me down the
Greeting like the good humor man
But an they got the of good humor but no ice cream
It was dat
Me talking across people into the
And not seeing the beings crowding me with ice picks
You could see
But they like important Negroes on the way to your funeral
Looked like important on the way to your auction
And let chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth
Steppen Fetchit
Remember Steppen how we laughed
An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and
With the ice pick high off his
Made ya anyway

I can see something in the way of our
I can see something in the way of our
That's why I say the things I do, you it
But its else to you
Like job
This when you got there and it was quiet
And the machines yearning soft behind you
for that nigga to come and give up his life
Standin' there dissed and broke and troubled

My mistake is I kept sayin' "that was proof God didn't exist"
And you told me, "nah, it was that the devil do"
But still, its like I see something I things
I saw words in the white lying rag
he was gonna die poor and frustrated
That dreams walk which you 'cross town
die from over work
There's garbage on the street tellin' you you ain't shit
And you believe it
Broke and mistaken all the
You know of the words but they ain't the right ones
Your cable back on but nothin' you can see
But I see something in the way of
to make us stumble
Something get us drunk from noise and to sadness
I see and feel 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
though we remember where the (light or mic??) is
Remember the Negro squinting at us through the
You seen I see too?
The smile that ain't a but teeth flying 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 always to his motha
Always say good morning to everybody on his way to
But last time before he got locked up and hurt, real bad
I him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smiling
And he didn't even say
But I knew he'd something
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 muttered a
Then the next day he was
You wanna know
You wanna what I'm talkin' about
Sayin' "I seen in the way of things"
And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him
The is? in that face and now, remember all them other faces
And all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his
up the street
Remember what you seen in your own and didn't for a second recognize
The face, own face
Straining to get out from behind the
Open your mouth like you was say somethin'
your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like
Now, don't you see else
cold and ugly
Not invisible but with the shadow criss-crossing the old man
Squatting by the store at the corner
With is head resting on his folded arms
And the boy that smiled and the girl he went

And in my too
A waving craziness splitting them into the jet of a black bird
Wit his ass on
Or the solomNOTness of we go to know we gonna be happy

I seen
I SEEN
And you it too
You it too
You just call it's name name name name name name name