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      [ame=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQdnKuhpcpo]YouTube - Amiri Baraka's "Something In The Way Of Things (In Town)"[/ame]

      a visual adaptation of Baraka's scathing and foreboding social commentary (music by The Roots.) Shot on three different types of film and two different types of video over three months with at least fifty actors/extras in about twenty-five locations in the West Philly area by one guy. (film maker,Bryan Green, 22, senior film & video major at Drexel University - Philadelphia, PA)
      Thirty eight years ago on 12/04/2009 the united snakes murdered Fred Hampton & Mark Clark, this date also marks the 6 year anniversary of the launching of this site in solidarity of these martyrs.

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      Excellent! Great Video..!

      And no matter what game they play
      We got something they could never take away
      And it's the fire (fire), it's the fire (fire)
      That's burning down everything
      Feel that fire (fire), the fire (fire)
      No water could put out this fire (fire)



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      Phrenology by The Roots is one of their best albums.

      This track is included on the album, great video.
      "We may be investigated, incarcerated or murdered for the things we dare to write...
      But we are young and Black, fearless and free...
      Every poem, every incandescent word is a personal revolution"
      Celeste "ayasha" Golden (my queen rest well and I'll see you when I get there.)
      http://awrittenlifeapoeticsoul.blogspot.com/
      http://justiseverything.blogspot.com/

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      awesome track

      Books by Amiri Baraka

      Tales of the Out & the Gone / The Essence of Reparations / Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems / Blues People

      Autobiography of LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka / Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones / Black Music

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      Something In The Way Of Things (In Town)

      By Amiri Baraka featuring the Roots

      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
      '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 name

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      awesome track

      Books by Amiri Baraka

      Tales of the Out & the Gone / The Essence of Reparations / Somebody Blew Up America & Other Poems / Blues People

      Autobiography of LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka / Selected Poetry of Amiri Baraka/LeRoi Jones / Black Music

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      Something In The Way Of Things (In Town)

      By Amiri Baraka featuring the Roots

      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
      '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 name



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