Lyrics Something In The Way Of Things (In Town) - The Roots
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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
y'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
wanna
know
what
You
wanna
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
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