*featuring Kanye West, The Last Poets
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[Verse 1: Common]
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Memories on corners with the fours & the moors [pronounced foes and moes]
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Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to
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Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose
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To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows
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In they socks & they souls holding they rolls
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Corners leave souls opened & closed hoping for more
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With nowhere to go rolling in droves
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They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal
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The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code
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By the fours I was told either focus or fold
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Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors
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So we can cop clothes & roll in a Rolls
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Now I roll in a "Olds" with windows that don't roll
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Down the roads where cars get broke in & stole
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These are the stories told by Stony & Cottage Grove
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The world is cold the block is hot as a stove
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On the corners
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[Hook: Kanye West]
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I wish I could give ya this feeling
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I wish I could give ya this feeling
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On the corners, robbing, killing, dying
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Just to make a living (huh)
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[Spoken: The Last Poets]
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We underrated, we educated
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The corner was our time when times stood still
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And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink
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And colored blue profiles glorifying that
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[Verse 2: Common]
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Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right
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Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes
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So they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet right
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Desires of streetlife cars & weed types
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It's hard to breath nights days are thief like
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The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike
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Game at it's peak we speak & believe hype
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Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right
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Its steep life coming up where sheeplike
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Rappers & hoopers we strive to be like
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G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light
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Cheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strike
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The corner where struggle & greed fight
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We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right
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Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light
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Reality's and I heard that she bites
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The corner
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[Hook]
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[Spoken: The Last Poets]
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The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
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Fires raised as tribal dancers and
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war cries that broke out on different corners
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Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful
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[Verse 3: Common]
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Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its
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Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist
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The dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning this
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The curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current is
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It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is
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Where the money move & the determined live
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We talk play lotto & buy german beers
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It's so black packed with action that's affirmative
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The corners
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[Hook]
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[Spoken: The Last Poets]
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The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
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Our Taj Mahal, our monument,
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Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love
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Down on the corner...
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The Corner
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Common |