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 sh** 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
Pa** 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 n***a keep it simple and plain
To let me explain the game break it down a couple of levels like Tetris
This youngest k**er gone blood for a necklace
Leave slumped over the wheel of you're Lexus
Smoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast
What the f** 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
CHORUS [PHONTE]