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]