The Black hand side
Turn corners in four door tourers
Big body foreigns
Staying on the black hand side
Speaking new words
inventing verbs
jumping off ancient tongues
Trapped in modern flesh and bone
The black hand side
standing on old corners
lying testifying
Passing time
drinking wine
Harmonizing like Temptations
Dramatics or Ojays
Hitting high notes
The black hand side
Shouting soul stirrers
get us close to god
for one day.
Offer up prayer mixed with sweat
In the name of Jesus.
The Black hand side
Style for miles
Black princes with amnesia
stroll in royal robes so fly
creating dress codes for Parisian thieves
who call it Couture
I stay on the black hand side
I know her, she knows me.......