The Roots f/ Baraka Something in the Way of (In Town)
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Something in the way of Something that quit and won't start you know but can't stand Can't know get along death Riding on top of the car peering through the for his cue Something entirely fictitious and That creeps across your path hallowing your evil Like were yourself passing yourself not smiling The guy you saw me talking 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 I saw something 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 taste of good but no ice cream It was dat Me talking across into the houses And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice You could see But they looked like important Negroes on the way to funeral Looked like important on the way to your auction And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count teeth Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen how we laughed An all your Sunday school images flesh and giggling With the ice pick off his head ya laugh 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 that job This when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft you Yearning for nigga to come and give 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 I hear things I saw words in the boy's lying rag he was gonna die poor and frustrated That them dreams walk you 'cross town die from over 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 the right ones cable back on but ain't 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 something and feel something 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 exist just like you and if God it But we got to argue And the gon' come down around us Even though we where the (light or mic??) is Remember the Negro squinting at us through the You seen what I see The that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but call 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 didn't even say But I knew he'd something Something in the way of that it worked on him like it do in will And he kept faster and faster away from us And even muttered a word Then the day he was gone You wanna what You know what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I seen in the way of things" And how the boys looked that day just before they took him away The is? in that face and remember now, remember all other faces And all the many you've seen him or the sister with his child Wandering up the Remember what you seen in own mirror and didn't for a second recognize The face, your own Straining to get out from the glass your mouth like you was gon' say somethin' Close eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, you see something else Something and ugly Not invisible but blended with the criss-crossing the old man Squatting by the drug at the corner 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 them into the jet stream of a bird Wit his ass on Or the solomNOTness of we go to know we gonna be happy
I seen I something And you it too You it too You just can't it's name name name name name name name