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from The Roots - Phrenology (2006)
In town [Repeat; x 3]
Something in the way of things Something that will quit and won't start Something you know but can't stand Can't know get along with Like death Riding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cue Something entirely fictitious and true That creeps across your path hallowing your evil ways Like they were yourself passing yourself not smiling The dead guy you saw me talking to is your boss I tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterate I know things you know and nothing you don't know 'cept I saw something in the way of things Something grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny? Was it so funny it followed me down the street Greeting everybody like the good humor man But an they got the taste of good humor but no ice cream It was like dat Me talking across people into the houses And not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picks You could see them But they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeral Looked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auction And let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teeth Remember Steppen Fetchit Remember Steppen Fetchit how we laughed An all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling With the ice pick high off his head Made ya laugh anyway I can see something in the way of our selves I can see something in the way of our selves That's why I say the things I do, you know it But its something else to you Like that job This morning when you got there and it was quiet And the machines were yearning soft behind you Yearning for that nigga to come and give up his life Standin' there bein' dissed and broke and troubled My mistake is I kept sayin' "that was proof that God didn't exist" And you told me, "nah, it was proof that the devil do" But still, its like I see something I hear things I saw words in the white boy's lying rag Said he was gonna die poor and frustrated That them dreams walk which you 'cross town S'gonna die from over work There's garbage on the street that's tellin' you you ain't shit And you almost believe it Broke and mistaken all the time You know some of the words but they ain't the right ones Your cable back on but ain't nothin' you can see But I see something in the way of things Something to make us stumble Something get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadness I see something and feel something stalking us Like and ugly thing floating at our back calling us names You see it and hear it too But you say it got a right to exist just like you and if God made it But then we got to argue And the light gon' come down around us Even though we remember where the (light or mic??) is Remember the Negro squinting at us through the cage You seen what I see too? The smile that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necks You see something too but can't call its name Ain't it too bad why'all said Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his motha Always say good morning to everybody on his way to work But that last time before he got locked up and hurt, real bad I seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smiling And he didn't even say hello But I knew he'd seen something Something in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in will And he kept marching faster and faster away from us And never even muttered a word Then the next day he was gone You want to know what You want to know what I'm talkin' about Sayin' "I seen something in the way of things" And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him away The is? in that face and remember now, remember all them other faces And all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his child Wandering up the street Remember what you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognize The face, your own face Straining to get out from behind the glass Open your mouth like you was gon' say somethin' Close your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel like Now, don't you see something else Something cold and ugly Not invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man Squatting by the drug store at the corner With is head resting uneasily on his folded arms And the boy that smiled and the girl he went with And in my eyes too A waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black bird Wit his ass on fire Or the solomNOTness of where we go to know we gonna be happy I seen something I SEEN something And you seen it too You seen it too You just can't call it's name name name name name name name |