Roots - Something In The Way Of Things Lyrics
In town x3Something 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
