paroles de chanson The Corner (Last Poet Reprise) - Common , The Last Poets

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Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh (corner)
Huh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

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
(Corner) to cope with the lows, the wind is cold and it blows

In they socks and they soles, niggas holdin' they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'
We know where to go, niggas rollin' in droves
(Corner) 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
(Corner) 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
(Corner) the world is cold, the block is hot as a stove
On the corners

I wish I could key this feelin'
I wish I could key this feelin'
Huh-uh, uh-uh-uh, on the corners niggas rob or kill
And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?

We overstated, we underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when time stood still and
Gators and snakeskins and
Yellow and pink and powder blue profiles glorifying them

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
It's 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

(Corner) banged in the streets has cop left for deep life
Its steep life, coming up where niggas is sheep-like
Rappers and hoopers, we strive to be like
G's with three strikes, seeds that need light

(Corner) 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

(Corner) reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites
The corner

I wish I could key this feelin'
I wish I could key this feelin'
Huh-uh, uh-uh-uh, on the corners niggas rob or kill
And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?

The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different corners
(Corner) power to the people, black power, black is beautiful

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
(Corner) the curb getters go where the cats flow and the current is

Its so hot that niggas burn to live
The furnace is, whether money movin', the determined live
We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers
(Corner) its so black packed with action that's affirmative
The corners

I wish I could key this feelin'
I wish I could key this feelin'
Huh-uh, uh-uh-uh, on the corners niggas rob or kill
(Corner) and dyin' just to make a livin', 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

(Corner)