Mr. Porter - Black Hand Side lyrics

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Mr. Porter - Black Hand Side lyrics

[Refrain: Phonte] I say open the door, let me in Teach us all, preach ya sins Turn the cheek, let it slide Give me five on the black hand side The black hand side, oh Oh, oh the black hand side The black hand side, oh [Verse 1: Styles P] Give me five on the black hand side I'll tell you what I see through the black men's eyes Fly chick, in the Cadillac a black man rides But every different day a different black man dies Shawty momma tripping off a crack, mad high Now you're watching TV, loving the bad guys Piss-poor with the Welfare check, you know we're African Cause we ain't get help here yet, no help Now he puts down his knapscak, Got a crack pack You don't overstand if your vision ain't abstract Me and the projects, a lot of us is lab rats Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that; don't have that brotha Now I can tell you that I felt that, I felt it I still remember how the cell smells I still remember how the pigs at Family crime up on the B.I. couldn't dig that Open the door and teach your soul Pa**in' the blunt around, and hoping to reach his soul Now give me five on the black hand side Ghost to Pharoahe Monch watch the black man ride [Refrain] [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch] Pharoahe's a Navajo chief, the way I'm making it rain But never for a stripper with emotional pain You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain Cause rain plus soil equal fruits and grains My hood told a n***a: keep it simple and plain Let me explain the game, break it down a couple levels like Tetris These young'ns k** they own blood for a necklace Leave slumped over the wheel of your Lexus Smoke kush, wake up and eat breakfast What the f** he expect A generation overly obsessed with mobsters Our revolutionaries won Grammys and Oscars Impostors, fake auras and weak chakras Makin' a mockery of the music to be pop stars And they say I'm insane because I see the remains of the whips and chains In my hood where it ain't all good Peep the pain of a single mother, she struggling Young child slain Give me five on the black hand side Let's maintain like it's Soul Train keep and move it together I'm saying [Refrain]