Common - The Corner Lyrics
(feat. 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 toGot uncles that smoke it some put blow up they noseTo cope with they lows the wind is cold & it blowsIn they socks & they souls holding they rollsCorners leave souls opened & closed hoping for moreWith nowhere to go rolling in drovesThey shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goalThe streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he codeBy the fours I was told either focus or foldGot cousins with flows hope they open some doorsSo we can cop clothes & roll in a RollsNow I roll in a "Olds" with windows that don't rollDown the roads where cars get broke in & stoleThese are the stories told by Stony & Cottage GroveThe world is cold the block is hot as a stoveOn the corners[Hook: Kanye West]I wish I could give ya this feelingI wish I could give ya this feelingOn the corners, robbing, killing, dyingJust to make a living (huh)[Spoken: The Last Poets]We underrated, we educatedThe corner was our time when times stood stillAnd gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pinkAnd colored blue profiles glorifying that[Verse 2: Common]Streetlights & deepnights cats trying to eat rightRiding no seat bikes with work to feed hypesSo they can keep sweet Nikes they head & they feet rightDesires of streetlife cars & weed typesIt's hard to breath nights days are thief likeThe beast roam the streets the police is GreeklikeGame at it's peak we speak & believe hypeBang in the streets hats *****ed left or deep rightIts steep life coming up where sheeplikeRappers & hoopers we strive to be likeG's with 3 stripes seeds that need lightCheese & weaves tight needs & thieves strikeThe corner where struggle & greed fightWe write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see rightLook to the sky hoping it will bleed lightReality's and I heard that she bitesThe corner[Hook][Spoken: The Last Poets]The corner was our magic, our music, our politicsFires raised as tribal dancers andwar cries that broke out on different cornersPower to the people, black power, black is beautiful[Verse 3: Common]Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger itsCats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalistThe dirt isn't just fertile its people working & earning thisThe curb-getters go where the cash flow & the current isIt's so hot that burn to live the furnace isWhere the money move & the determined liveWe talk play lotto & buy german beersIt's so black packed with action that's affirmativeThe corners[Hook][Spoken: The Last Poets]The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our StonehengeOur Taj Mahal, our monument,Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love
