[00:04.41]CHORUS [PHONTE]:[00:11.88]Open the door let me in[00:14.07]Teach us all, preach us in,[00:17.52]Turn the cheek, let it slide[00:22.71]Give me five on the black hand slide[STYLES P]:[00:34.86]Give me five on the black hand side[00:37.32]Tell you what[00:37.86]I see through the black man's eyes[00:39.66]Look like *****t in a[00:40.80]Cadillac a black man rise[00:42.75]But every different day a different black man dies[00:45.63]Shorty momma tripping' off a crack man high[00:48.48]Now he watching[00:49.26]TV, loving the bad guy(You know) pit bull watching the welfare check[00:53.01]You know he[00:53.52]African, cause he ain't getting healthier yet[00:56.70]Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack[00:59.91]You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract[01:03.06]We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats[01:05.55]Voted for[01:05.97]Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that[01:08.13]Now I can tell you that[01:11.04]I feltHell,[01:11.64]I still remember how a cell smell[01:14.04]Still remember how the pigs at[01:16.71]Family crying up on the[01:17.94]VI, I couldn't have that[01:19.59]Open the door, and teach us all[01:22.05]Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all[01:25.44]Now give me five on the black hand side[01:27.99]Ghost of Pharoahe[01:28.74]Monch watch the black man rise[01:30.60]CHORUS [PHONTE][PHAROAHE MONCH]:[01:53.13]Pharaohs and[01:53.55]Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain[01:56.22]But never for a stripper with emotional pain[01:59.04]You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain[02:01.41]Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals fruits and grains[02:04.71]My hood talking ***** keep it simple and plain[02:07.17]To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like[02:10.41]TetrisThis youngest killer gone blood for a necklace[02:14.28]Leave slumped over the wheel of you're[02:16.11]LexusSmoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast[02:20.49]What the ***** you expect?[02:21.63]A generation overly obsessed with mobsters[02:24.57]I revolutionary swarm[02:25.98]Grammys and[02:27.54]OscarsImposters, fake oras and weak shakas[02:30.15]Making a mockery of the music to be[02:32.37]Pop starsAnd they say[02:34.74]I'm a saint[02:35.31]Cause I see the remains of the whips and the chains[02:38.49]In my hood were it ain't all good,[02:40.35]Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling[02:42.93]Young child slain, give me five on the black hand slide[02:45.93]Lets maintain like the soul train[02:48.09]And keep it moving together,[02:49.38]I'm saying[04:23.88]CHORUS [PHONTE]