(featuring Kanye West & The Last Poets) 



Verse 1:(Common)

Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's

Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes

Got uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they nose

To cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows

In they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rolls

Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'

We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in droves

They shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goes

The streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the code

By the foes I was told, either focus or fold

Got cousins with flows, hope they open some doors

So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls

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

Down the roads where cars get broken and stole

These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove

The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove

On the corners



Hook:

(Kanye West)

I wish I could give you this feelin'

I wish I could give this feelin'

On the corners niggaz rob or kill

And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?



(Spoken: Last Poets)

We overstated, we underrated, we educated

The corner was our time when time stood still and

Gators and snakeskins and

Yellow and pink and

And colored blue profiles glorifying that



Verse 2: (Common)

Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat right

Ridin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypes

So they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet right

Desires of street life, cars and weed types

Its hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like

The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like

Game that is deep, we speak and believe hype

Banged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?)

Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-like

Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like

G's with three strikes, seeds that need light

Cheese and recite, needs and BE strife

The corner, where struggle and greed fight

We write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see right

Look to the sky, hoping it will bleed light

Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites

The corner





Hook



(Spoken: Last Poets)

The corner was our magic, our music, our politics

Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries

Broke out on different corners

Power to the people

Black power

Black is beautiful



Verse 3: (Common)

Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers

As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists

The dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' this

The curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is

Its so hot that niggaz burn to live

The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live

We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German benz

Its so black packed with action that's affirmative

The corners



Hook



(Spoken: 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