Pharoahe Monch - Black Hand Side Lyrics

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[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

Ill tell you what I see through the black mens eyes

Fly chick in the Cadillac a black man rides

But every different day a different black man dies

Shawty momma trippin' off a crack mad high

Now youre watching TV loving the bad guys

Piss-poor with the Welfare check you know were African

Cause we ain't get help here yet no help

Now he puts down his knapscak Got a crack pack

You dont overstand if your vision aint abstract

Me and the projects a lot of us is lab rats

Voted for Obama hopin' 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

Passin' the blunt around and hopin' to reach his soul

Now give me five on the black hand side

Ghost to Pharoahe Monch watch the black man ride

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[Refrain]

[Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch]

Pharoahe's a Navajo chief the way I'm makin' 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 nigga: keep it simple and plain

Let me explain the game break it down a couple levels like Tetris

These young'ns kill they own blood for a necklace

Leave slumped over the wheel of your Lexus

Smoke kush wake up and eat breakfast

What the fuck he expect

A generation overly obsessed with mobsters

Our revolutionaries won Grammys and Oscars

Impostors fake orators weak chakras

Makin' a mockery of the music to be pop stars

And they say Im a saint 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 strugglin'

Young child sayin: give me five on the black hand side

Lets maintain like its Soul Train keep and move it together

Im sayin'

[Refrain]

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