Lyrics:

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

CHORUS [PHONTE]