Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Same Sh!t, Different Toilet , by - Pharoahe Monch. Release date: 04.06.2020
Song language: English
Same Sh!t, Different Toilet |
| Same shit, different toilet |
| When will the struggle end? |
| (Struggle, struggle) |
| Square one, we’re back again |
| I’m about to lose control (What up?) |
| Please ease my soul |
| Or I’m gon' get me a gun |
| They’re burning crucifixes on my lawn again (Lawn again) |
| They wanna hang a nigga like an ornament |
| It’s tormenting, mourning over yesterday, still yawning |
| Inside of a tournament I can’t win (Good Morning!) |
| Shotgun blast passed by my head |
| «I'm a man, I tell you, I’m a man», I said (I'm a man, I’m a man) |
| Push my daughter and my wife in the closet and slid my son up under the bed |
| Filled the Smith & Wesson with lead |
| Looked in the mirror, said «Breathe» («Now, c’mon»), «Breathe» |
| I’m bout to bring six Klansmen to their knees |
| A cold story that my old man told me |
| If you’re wondering why I have so much pent up hostility |
| Inside of my soul and the memory still molds me (Still molds me) |
| Just take a glimpse into the mind of a O.G. |
| (Where?) |
| Underneath the oak tree in the shade where I hang at (Why?) |
| That’s the same spot my great gran used to hang at |
| (Peace) Peace, God, I can’t call it |
| Same shit, different toilet |
| When will the struggle end? |
| (Struggle, struggle) |
| Square one, we’re back again |
| I’m about to lose control (I'm 'bout to lose control) |
| Please ease my soul (Please) |
| Or I’m gon' get me a gun (What up, P?) |
| Same shit, different toilet, can’t call it |
| Long line of alcoholics in the fam (Long line) |
| My man gave me work and I sat up on the strip and got knocked |
| A long line of homies in the can (Long line) |
| Jail is the shit that don’t sail that hold the slaves |
| And the judge have you askin' for bail like it’s the waves (Like that’s the |
| waves) |
| Meanin' the slave even pays to be caged in (Damn), which is motherfuckin' |
| insane (Now that’s insane) |
| It’s like we pickin' cotton again |
| Forty-fives and Klansmen, shit is rotten again (It's rotten) |
| They gave us AIDS, gave us crack, now they plottin' again (Look at 'em) |
| That boy ran, so they shot him, then they shot him again (That's sad) |
| The same shit, make the tissue new (Make it) |
| Four hundred years, let’s make the issues new (Come on, y’all) |
| Why you love a dead Black visual (Why?) |
| I’m about to grab my gun, shit is critical (I'ma grab my gun) |
| The devils is evil and all miserable (Devils) |
| (Peace) Peace, God, I can’t call it |
| Same shit, different toilet |
| When will the struggle end? |
| (Struggle, struggle) |
| Square one, we’re back again |
| I’m about to lose control (What up?) |
| Please ease my soul |
| Or I’m gon' get me a gun |