Текст песни The Corner (Radio) - Common , The Last Poets
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,
'cause
they
ain't
know
and
they
goes
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
(Kanye
West)
I
wish
I
could
key
this
feelin'
I
wish
I
could
key
this
feelin'
On
the
corners
niggaz
rob
or
kill
And
dyin'
just
to
make
a
livin',
huh?
(Spoken:
Lost
Prophets)
We
overstated,
we
underrated,
we
educated
The
corner
was
our
time
when
time
stood
still
and
Gators
and
snakeskins
and
Yellow
and
pink
and?
profiles??
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
'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
Hook
(Spoken:
Lost
Prophets)
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,
it's
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
beers
Its
so
black
packed
with
action
that's
affirmative
The
corners
Hook
(Spoken:
Lost
Prophets)
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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