CHORUS [PHONTE]: Open the door let me in Teach us all, preach your sins, Turn the cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand slide
[STYLES P]: Give me five on the black hand side Tell you what I see through the black man's eyes Look like shit in a Cadillac a black man rise But every different day a different black man dies Shorty momma tripping' off a crack man high Now he watching TV, loving the bad guy (You know) piss poor with a welfare check You know he African, cause he ain't getting healthier yet Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract We in the projects, a lot of us is lab rats Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that Now I can tell you that I felt Hell, I still remember how a cell smell Still remember how the pigs at Family crying up on the VI, I couldn't dig that Open the door, and teach us all Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all Now give me five on the black hand side Ghost of Pharoahe Monch watch the black man rise
CHORUS [PHONTE]
[PHAROAHE MONCH]: Pharaohs and Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain But never for a stripper with emotional pain You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain Cause rain, seed, plus soil equals fruits and grains My hood talking nigga keep it simple and plain To let me explain the game break it down a couple of levels like Tetris This youngest killer gone blood for a necklace Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast What the fuck you expect? A generation overly obsessed with mobsters our revolutionaries want Grammys and Oscars Imposters, fake auras and weak shakras Making a mockery of the music to be pop stars And they say I'm insane Cause I see the remains of the whips and the chains In my hood were it ain't all good, Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling Young child slang, give me five on the black hand side Lets maintain like the soul train And keep it moving together, I'm saying
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