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Pharoahe Monch

Same Sh!t, Different Toilet

 

Same Sh!t, Different Toilet


Peace! Peace, God
I cant call it
Same shit, different toilet
When will the struggle end
Square one, back again
I'm about to lose control
Please, ease my soul
I'm gonna get me a gun

They're burning crucifixes on my lawn again
They wanna hang a niggas like an ornament
It's Tormenting, Im mourning over yesterday
Still yawning inside of a tournament I can't win
"Good Morning!" Shot gun blast passed by my head
"I'm a man I tell you, I'm a man" I said
Push my daughter and my wife in the closet and slid my son up under the bed
Filled the Smith & Wesson with led
Looked in the mirror and said "Breathe! Now c'mon, breathe!"
I'm bout to bring 6 klansmen to their knees
A cold story that my old man told me
If you're wondering why I hold so much pent up hostility
Inside of my soul and the memories still mold me
Just take a glimpse into the mind of an OG
Underneath the Oak-tree in the shade where I hang at
Thats the same spot my great gran used to hang at

Peace! Peace, God
I cant call it
Same shit, different toilet
When will the struggle end
Square one, back again
I'm about to lose control
Please, ease my soul
I'm gonna get me a gun

(What Up P)

Same shit, different toilet
Cant call it, long line of alcoholics in the fam
My man gave me work and I sat up on the strip and got knocked
A long line of homies in the can
Jail is the ship that don't sail that holds the slaves
And the judge have you asking for bail like it's the wave
Meaning the slave even pays to be caged in
Which is motherfuckin insane
It's like we picking cotton again
45's a klansman shit is rotten again
The gave us AIDS, gave us crack, now they plotting again
That boy ran, so they shot him, then they shot him again
The same shit make a tissue new
400 years lets make the issues new
Why you love a dead black visual
I'm about to grab my gun, shit is critical
The devils are evil and all miserable

Peace! Peace, God
I cant call it
Same shit, different toilet
When will the struggle end
Square one, back again
I'm about to lose control
Please, ease my soul
I'm gonna get me a gun

Fatto

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