(featuring Kanye West & The Last Poets) 



[Verse 1: Common]

Memories on corners with the fours & the moors (pronounced foes and moes)

Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to

Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose

To cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blows

In they socks & they souls holding they rolls

Corners leave souls opened & closed hoping for more

With nowhere to go rolling in droves

They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal

The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code

By the fours I was told either focus or fold

Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors

So we can cop clothes & roll in a Rolls

Now I roll in a "Olds" with windows that don't roll

Down the roads where cars get broke in & stole

These are the stories told by Stony & Cottage Grove

The world is cold the block is hot as a stove

On the corners



[Hook: Kanye West]

I wish I could give ya this feeling

I wish I could give ya this feeling

On the corners, robbing, killing, dying

Just to make a living (huh)



[Spoken: The Last Poets]

We underrated, we educated

The corner was our time when times stood still

And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink

And colored blue profiles glorifying that



[Verse 2: Common]

Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat right

Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes

So they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet right

Desires of streetlife cars & weed types

It's hard to breath nights days are thief like

The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike

Game at it's peak we speak & believe hype

Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right

Its steep life coming up where sheeplike

Rappers & hoopers we strive to be like

G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light

Cheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strike

The corner where struggle & greed fight

We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right

Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light

Reality's and I heard that she bites

The corner



[Hook]



[Spoken: The Last Poets]

The corner was our magic, our music, our politics

Fires raised as tribal dancers and

war cries that broke out on different corners

Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful



[Verse 3: Common]

Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its

Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist

The dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning this

The curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current is

It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is

Where the money move & the determined live

We talk play lotto & buy german beers

It's so black packed with action that's affirmative

The corners



[Hook]



[Spoken: The Last Poets]

The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge

Our Taj Mahal, our monument,

Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love

Down on the corner...