Текст песни The Roots - Something In The Way Of Things (In Town)

In town
In town
In town

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
Except 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 they got the taste of good humor but no ice cream
It was like that
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
On all your Sunday school images giving flesh and giggling
With the ice pick high over his head
Made you laugh anyway

I can see something in the way of ourselves
I can see something in the way of ourselves
That's why I say the things I do, you know it
But it's 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, God didn't exist"
And you told me, "Nah, it was proof that the Devil do"
But still, it's 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
Is 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
You 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 a 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 gonna come down around us
Even though we remember where the light 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", y'all said
Ain't it too bad, such a nice boy, always kind to his mother
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've 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 wanna know what
You wanna know what I'm talkin' about
Sayin', "I've seen something in the way of things"
And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him away?
There 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've 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 he was gonna 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 his 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
With his ass on fire
Or the solomnotness of where we go to know, we gonna be happy

I've seen something
I've seen something
And you've seen it too
You've seen it too
You just can't call its name
Name
Name
Name
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