Same Shit Different Toilet Pharoahe Monch (Ft. Marco Polo & Styles P)

[Chorus]
Peace! (Peace y'all!)
I can't call it, same shit, different toilet
When will the struggle end?
Square one, we're back again
I'm about to lose control (What up)
Please ease my soul
Or I'm gon' kick me a drum

[Verse 1: Pharaohe Monch]
The burning crucifix is on my 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
Push my daughter and my wife in the closet
And slid my son under the bed
Fill the Smith & Wesson with lead
Looked in the mirror and said "Breath!" (Now come on!)
Breath! I'm about to bring six klansmen to their knees
A cold story that my Oldman told me
If you're wondering why I have so much pimped up hostility
Inside of my soul and my memory still molds me (Still mold 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 grand used to hang at