Same Sh!t, Different Toilet Pharoahe Monch (Ft. Styles P)

[Chorus]
(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

[Verse 1]
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