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letra de same sh!t, different toilet - pharoahe monch

[chorus: pharoahe monch]
(peace)
peace god, i can’t call it
same sh-t, different toilet
when we’re on the struggle (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

[verse 1: pharoahe monch]
they’re burnin’ crucifixes on my lawn again (lawn again)
they wanna hang a- like an ornament, it’s tormenting
mourning over yesterday, still yawning
inside of a tournament i can’t win (good morning)
shotgun blast, passed my head
i’m a man i’ll tell you (i’m a man)
i’m a man, i said it (i’m a man)
push my daughter and my wife in the closet and slid my son up under the bed
fill the smith and wesson with lead
looked in the mirror, said, “breathe” (now, come on), 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 moulds me (still moulds me)
just take a glimpse into the mind of an og (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
[chorus: pharoahe monch, styles p]
(peace)
peace god, i can’t call it
same sh-t, different toilet
when we’re on the struggle (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?)

[verse 2: styles p]
same sh-t 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 ship that don’t sail, that hold the slaves
and the judge have you asking for bail like it’s the wave (like that’s the wave)
meaning the slave even pays to be caged in which is motherf–king insane (now, that’s insane)
it’s like we picking cotton again
fortifies the klansman, s–t is rotting again (it’s rotting)
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 s–t, 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, s–t is critical (i’ma grab my gun)
the devils is evil and all miserable (devils)
[chorus: pharoahe monch]
(peace)
peace god, i can’t call it
same sh-t, different toilet
when we’re on the struggle (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

- pharoahe monch

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