In town [Repeat; x 3]nnSomething in the way of thingsnSomething that will quit and won't startnSomething you know but can't standnCan't know get along withnLike deathnRiding on top of the car peering through the windshield for his cuenSomething entirely fictitious and truenThat creeps across your path hallowing your evil waysnLike they were yourself passing yourself not smilingnThe dead guy you saw me talking to is your bossnI tried to put a spell on him but his spirit is illiteratennI know things you know and nothing you don't known'cept I saw something in the way of thingsnSomething grinning at me and I wanted to know, was it funny?nWas it so funny it followed me down the streetnGreeting everybody like the good humor mannBut an they got the taste of good humor but no ice creamnIt was like datnMe talking across people into the housesnAnd not seeing the beings crowding around me with ice picksnYou could see themnBut they looked like important Negroes on the way to your funeralnLooked like important jiggaboos on the way to your auctionnAnd let them chant the number and use an ivory pointer to count your teethnRemember Steppen FetchitnRemember Steppen Fetchit how we laughednAn all your Sunday school images giving flesh and gigglingnWith the ice pick high off his headnMade ya laugh anywaynnI can see something in the way of our selvesnI can see something in the way of our selvesnThat's why I say the things I do, you know itnBut its something else to younnLike that jobnThis morning when you got there and it was quietnAnd the machines were yearning soft behind younYearning for that nigga to come and give up his lifenStandin' there bein' dissed and broke and troublednnMy mistake is I kept sayin' that was proof that God didn't existnAnd you told me, nah, it was proof that the devil donBut still, its like I see something I hear thingsnI saw words in the white boy's lying ragnnSaid he was gonna die poor and frustratednThat them dreams walk which you 'cross townnS'gonna die from over worknThere's garbage on the street that's tellin' you you ain't shitnnAnd you almost believe itnBroke and mistaken all the timenYou know some of the words but they ain't the right onesnYour cable back on but ain't nothin' you can seennBut I see something in the way of thingsnSomething to make us stumblenSomething get us drunk from noise and addicted to sadnessnI see something and feel something stalking usnnLike and ugly thing floating at our back calling us namesnYou see it and hear it toonBut you say it got a right to exist just like you and if God made itnBut then we got to arguennAnd the light gon' come down around usnEven though we remember where the (light or mic??) isnRemember the Negro squinting at us through the cagenYou seen what I see too?nnThe smile that ain't a smile but teeth flying against our necksnYou see something too but can't call its namennAin't it too bad why'all saidnAin't it too bad, such a nice boy always kind to his mothanAlways say good morning to everybody on his way to worknBut that last time before he got locked up and hurt, real badnnI seen him walkin' toward his house and he wasn't smilingnAnd he didn't even say hellonBut I knew he'd seen somethingnSomething in the way of things that it worked on him like it do in willnnAnd he kept marching faster and faster away from usnAnd never even muttered a wordnThen the next day he was gonenYou want to know whatnnYou want to know what I'm talkin' aboutnSayin' I seen something in the way of thingsnAnd how the boys face looked that day just before they took him awaynThe is? in that face and remember now, remember all them other facesnnAnd all the many places you've seen him or the sister with his childnWandering up the streetnRemember what you seen in your own mirror and didn't for a second recognizenThe face, your own facennStraining to get out from behind the glassnOpen your mouth like you was gon' say somethin'nClose your eyes and remember what you saw and what it made you feel likenNow, don't you see something elsennSomething cold and uglynNot invisible but blended with the shadow criss-crossing the old mannSquatting by the drug store at the cornernWith is head resting uneasily on his folded armsnAnd the boy that smiled and the girl he went withnnAnd in my eyes toonA waving craziness splitting them into the jet stream of a black birdnWit his ass on firenOr the solomNOTness of where we go to know we gonna be happynnI seen somethingnI SEEN somethingnAnd you seen it toonYou seen it toonYou just can't call it's name name name name name name name