Black Hand Side Pharoahe Monch (Ft. Phonte & Styles P)

[Intro: Phonte, Pharoahe Monch, Styles P]
The great Pharoahe Monch, yo
Yes, sir, what up, P?
The great Styles P, the ghost
One, two

[Chorus: Phonte]
I say open the door and 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
The black hand side, oh
The black hand side, oh

[Verse 1: Styles P]
Give me five on the black hand side (Give me five, brother)
I’ll tell you what I see through the black man’s eyes (Look at me)
Fly chick, in the Cadillac, a black man ride (Ride)
But every different day, a different black man die (Damn)
Shorty momma tripping off of crack, mad high (You know)
Now he watching TV, loving the bad guy (You know)
Piss-poor with a Welfare check, he know he African (Pssss)
'Cause he ain't get help there yet (No help)
Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack
You don’t overstand if your vision ain’t abstract
(You don't overstand)
Me and the projects, a lot of us is lab rats
Voted for Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that
(Don't have that, brother)
Now I can tell you that I felt hell (I felt it)
I still remember how a cell smell (I still remember the stench)
I still remember how the pigs act
Family crying up on the V.I., I couldn't dig that
Open the door and teach us all
Pass a blunt around, hoping that it reach us all
Now give me five on the black hand side (Give me five, bro)
Ghost and Pharoahe Monch, watch the black man rise (Yep)