Lyrics Same Sh!t, Different Toilet - Pharoahe Monch, Styles P

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