The f/ Amiri Baraka Something in the Way of (In Town)
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Something in the way of that will quit and won't start Something you know but stand know get along with Like on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways Like they yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is your I tried to put a spell on him but his is illiterate
I know things you know and nothing you know 'cept I saw in the way of things Something at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the Greeting everybody the good humor man But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice It was dat Me talking people into the houses And not the beings crowding around me with ice picks You see them But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your And let them chant the number and use an ivory to count your teeth Remember Fetchit Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling With the ice pick off his head Made ya anyway
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 else to you that job This when you got there and it was quiet And the were 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 "that was proof that God didn't exist" And you told me, "nah, it was proof 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 dreams walk which you 'cross town S'gonna die from over There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you you shit And you almost it Broke and all the time You know some of the but they ain't the right ones Your cable back on but nothin' you can see But I see in the way of things Something to us stumble Something get us from noise and addicted to sadness I see something and feel stalking us Like and ugly thing floating at our calling us names You see it and it too But you say it got a right to exist like you and if God made it But then we got to And the light gon' come around us Even though we where the (light or mic??) is the Negro squinting at us through the cage You seen what I see The smile that ain't a smile but teeth against our necks You see something too but can't call its
it too bad y'all said Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his say good morning to everybody on his way to work But that time before he got locked up and hurt, real bad I seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't And he didn't say hello But I knew he'd something Something in the way of things that it worked on him it do in will And he kept marching and faster away from us And even muttered a word Then the day he was gone You wanna what You wanna know what I'm about "I seen something in the way of things" And how the boys face that day just before they took him away The is? in face and remember now, remember all them other faces And all the many places you've 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, own face to get out from behind the glass Open your mouth you was gon' say somethin' Close your and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, you see something else Something cold and Not but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man Squatting by the drug at the corner With is head uneasily on his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the girl he went
And in my too A craziness splitting them 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 something I SEEN And you it too You it too You just can't call it's name name name name name name