Common - The Corners (clean version)
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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.
Chorus
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)
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
2nd
Verse
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
Chorus
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)
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
3rd
Verse
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.
Chorus
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)
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…
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