Common: Corners

(featuring Kanye West & The Lost Prophets) Verse 1:(Common)Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo'sWalk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoesGot uncles that smoke, and some put blow up they noseTo cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blowsIn they socks and they soles, niggaz holdin' they rollsCorners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'We know where to go, niggaz rollin' in drovesThey shoot the wrong way, cuz they ain't know and they goesThe streets ain't safe cuz they ain't knowing the codeBy the foes I was told, either focus or foldGot cousins with flows, hope they open some doorsSo we can cop clothes and roll in a RollsNow I roll in a Olds, with windows that don't rollDown the roads where cars get broken and stoleThese are the stories told by Stony and Cottage GroveThe world is cold, the block is hot as a stoveOn the cornersHook:(Kanye West)I wish I could give you this feelin'I wish I could give this feelin'On the corners niggaz rob or killAnd dyin' just to make a livin', huh?(Spoken: Lost Prophets)We overstated, we underrated, we educatedThe corner was our time when time stood still andGators and snakeskins andYellow and pink and? profiles ??Verse 2: (Common)Street lights and deep nights, cats tryin' to eat rightRidin' no-seat-bikes, with work to feed hypesSo they can get sweet Nike's, they head and they feet rightDesires of street life, cars and weed typesIts hard to breathe nights, days are thief-likeThe beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-likeGame that is deep, we speak and believe hypeBanged in the streets has cop left for deep life (?)Its steep life, coming up where niggaz is sheep-likeRappers and hoopers, we strive to be likeG's with three strikes, seeds that need lightCheese and recite, needs and BE strifeThe corner, where struggle and greed fightWe write songs about wrong cuz its hard to see rightLook to the sky, hoping it will bleed lightReality's a bitch, and I heard that she bitesThe cornerHook(Spoken: Lost Prophets)The corner was our magic, our music, our politicsFires raised as tribal dances and war criesBroke out on different cornersPower to the peopleBlack powerBlack is beautifulVerse 3: (Common)Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgersAs cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalistsThe dirt isn't just fertile, its people workin' and earnin' thisThe curb getters go where the cats flow and the current isIts so hot that niggaz burn to liveThe furnace is, whether money movin', the determined liveWe talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beersIts so black packed with action that's affirmativeThe cornersHook(Spoken: Lost Prophets)The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our StonehengeOur Taj Mahal, our monumentOur testimonial to freedom, to peace, and to loveDown on the corner