The f/ Amiri Baraka Something in the Way of (In Town)
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in the way of things Something will quit and won't start Something you know but stand Can't know get along death Riding on top of the car through the windshield for his cue Something fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your 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 know I saw something in the way of things Something at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it me down the street Greeting everybody the good humor man But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice It was dat Me talking across 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 funeral Looked like important on the way to your auction And let them the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Steppen Fetchit Remember Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday images giving flesh and giggling With the ice pick high off his ya laugh anyway
I can see in the way of our selves 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 were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and
My mistake is I 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 things I saw words in the boy's lying rag he was gonna die poor and frustrated That them dreams which you 'cross town S'gonna die from over 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 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 and addicted to sadness I see something and something 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 just like you and if God made it But we got to argue And the light gon' come around us Even though we remember the (light or mic??) is Remember the Negro at us through the cage You seen I see too? The that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but call its name
Ain't it too bad said Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy always to his motha Always say morning to everybody on his way to work But that last time before he got up and hurt, real bad I seen him walkin' toward his and he wasn't smiling And he didn't even say But I knew seen something Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in And he kept marching faster and faster away us And never even a word Then the next day he was You wanna know You know what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I seen in the way of things" And how the boys face that day just before they took him away The is? in that and remember now, remember all them other faces And all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his up the street Remember you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize The face, your own Straining to get out 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 cold and ugly Not invisible but with the shadow criss-crossing the old man Squatting by the drug at the corner With is resting uneasily on his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the he went with
And in my too A waving 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 something And you it too You it too You just can't call it's name name name name name name