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In town {*repeat 3X*}Something in the way of thingsSomething that will quit and won`t startSomething you know but can`t standCan`t know get along withLike deathRiding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cueSomething entirely fictitious and trueThat creeps across your path hallowing your evil waysLike they were yourself passing yourself not smilingThe dead guy you saw me talking to is your bossI tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiterateI know things you know and nothing you don`t know`cept I saw something in the way of thingsSomething grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny?Was it so funny it followed me down the streetGreeting everybody like the good humor manBut an they got the taste of good humor but no ice creamIt was like datMe talking across people into the housesAnd not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picksYou could see themBut they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeralLooked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auctionAnd let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teethRemember Steppen FetchitRemember Steppen Fetchit how we laughedAn all your Sunday school images giving flesh and gigglingWith the ice pick high off his headMade ya laugh anywayI can see something in the way of our selvesI can see something in the way of our selvesThat`s why I say the things I do, you know itBut its something else to youLike that jobThis morning when you got there and it was quietAnd the machines were yearning soft behind youYearning for that nigga to come and give up his lifeStandin` there bein` dissed and broke and troubledMy 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 thingsI saw words in the white boy`s lying ragsaid he was gonna die poor and frustratedThat them dreams walk which you `cross townS`gonna die from over workThere`s garbage on the street that`s tellin` you you ain`t shitAnd you almost believe itBroke and mistaken all the timeYou know some of the words but they ain`t the right onesYour cable back on but ain`t nothin` you can seeBut I see something in the way of thingsSomething to make us stumbleSomething get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadnessI see something and feel something stalking usLike and ugly thing floating at our back calling us namesYou see it and hear it tooBut you say it got a right to exist just like you and if God made itBut then we got to argueAnd the light gon` come down around usEven though we remember where the (light or mic) isRemember the Negro squinting at us through the cageYou seen what I see too?The smile that ain`t a smile but teeth flying against our necksYou see something too but can`t call its nameAin`t it too bad y`all saidAin`t it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his mothaAlways say good morning to everybody on his way to workBut that last time before he got locked up and hurt, real badI seen him walkin` toward his house and he wasn`t smilingAnd he didn`t even say helloBut I knew he`d seen somethingSomething in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in willAnd he kept marching faster and faster away from usAnd never even muttered a wordThen the next day he was goneYou wanna know whatYou wanna know what I`m talkin` aboutSayin` "I seen something in the way of things"And how the boys face looked that day just before they took him awayThe is? in that face and remember now, remember all them other facesAnd all the many places you`ve seen him or the sister with his childWandering up the streetRemember what you seen in your own mirror and didn`t for a second recognizeThe face, your own faceStraining to get out from behind the glassOpen your mouth like you was gon` say somethin`Close your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel likeNow, don`t you see something elseSomething cold and uglyNot invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old man

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