《Something In The Way Of Things》是The Roots演唱的歌曲，收錄於《Something In The Way Of Things》專輯中。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Something In The Way Of Things
- 所屬專輯：Something In The Way Of Things
- 歌曲原唱：The Roots
- 歌曲語言：英語
歌曲歌詞
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
