Lyrics

[Intro: Common] Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes Me— Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's Walk to the store for the rose, talking straightforward to hoes [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 they lows, the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and their soles, niggas holding thеy rolls Corners leave souls opеned and closed, hoping for mo' With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain't knowin' they goals The streets ain't safe 'cause 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 [Chorus: Kanye West] I wish I could give you this feeling I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh On the corners, niggas robbing, killing Dying, just to make a living, huh? [Interlude: The 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 collared blue profiles glorifying them [Verse 2: Common] Street lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right Riding no-seat bikes, with work to feed hypes So they can keep sweet Nikes, they head and they feet right Desires of street life, cars and weed types It's hard to breathe nights, days are thief-like The beasts roam the streets, the police is Greek-like Game at its peak, we speak and believe hype Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right It's steep life, coming up where niggas is sheep-like Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like G's with three stripes, seeds that need light Cheese and recite, needs and be strife The corner, where struggle and 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 a bitch, and I heard that she bites, the corner [Chorus: Kanye West] I wish I could give you this feeling I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh-uh On the corners, niggas robbing, killing Dying, just to make a living, huh? [Outro: The 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