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Open the door let me in |
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Teach us all, preach us in, |
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Turn the cheek, let it slide |
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Give me five on the black hand slide[STYLES P]: |
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Give me five on the black hand side |
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Tell you what |
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I see through the black man's eyes |
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Look like shit in a |
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Cadillac a black man rise |
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But every different day a different black man dies |
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Shorty momma tripping' off a crack man high |
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Now he watching |
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TV, loving the bad guy(You know) pit bull watching the welfare check |
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You know he |
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African, cause he ain't getting healthier yet |
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Now he put down his knapsack, got a crack pack |
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You don't know if it's there if your vision ain't abstract |
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We in the projects, a lot of us lab rats |
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Voted for |
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Obama, hoping he wouldn't have that |
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Now I can tell you that |
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I feltHell, |
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I still remember how a cell smell |
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Still remember how the pigs at |
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Family crying up on the |
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VI, I couldn't have that |
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Open the door, and teach us all |
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Pass the blunt around hope that it reach us all |
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Now give me five on the black hand side |
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Ghost of Pharoahe |
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Monch watch the black man rise |
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CHORUS [PHONTE][PHAROAHE MONCH]: |
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Pharaohs and |
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Navajo chiefs, the way you making it rain |
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But never for a stripper with emotional pain |
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You wouldn't despite system nourishment for the brain |
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Cause brain, seed, plus soil equals fruits and grains |
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My hood talking nigga keep it simple and plain |
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To let me explain the game break it down and cutting the levels like |
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TetrisThis youngest killer gone blood for a necklace |
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Leave slumped over the wheel of you're |
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LexusSmoke kush, wake up, and eat breakfast |
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What the **** you expect? |
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A generation overly obsessed with mobsters |
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I revolutionary swarm |
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Grammys and |
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OscarsImposters, fake oras and weak shakas |
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Making a mockery of the music to be |
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Pop starsAnd they say |
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I'm a saint |
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Cause I see the remains of the whips and the chains |
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In my hood were it ain't all good, |
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Peep the pain of a single mother she struggling |
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Young child slain, give me five on the black hand slide |
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Lets maintain like the soul train |
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And keep it moving together, |
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I'm saying |
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CHORUS [PHONTE] |
