Common – The Corner ft. The Last Poets & Kanye West

Download clean vinyl LP CD mp3 free audio song by Common and this music is titled “The Corner ft. The Last Poets & Kanye West”.

Actually this amazing music is popped out of an album which is titled ‘Be’ and it was released in the year 2005.

 

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Memories on the 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 their socks and their soles, niggas holding they rolls

Corners leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo’

With nowhere to go, niggas rolling in droves

They shoot the wrong way, cause they ain’t knowin’ their 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

I wish I could give you this feeling

I wish I could give this feeling

On the corners niggas rob or kill

And dying just to make a living, 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 profiles

Street lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat right

Riding 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 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 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

I wish I could give you this feeling

I wish I could give this feeling

On the corners niggas rob or kill

And dying just to make a living, huh?

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

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 working and earning this

The curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is

It’s so hot that niggas burn to live

The furnace is, where the money moving, the determined live

We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers

It’s so black packed with action that’s affirmative

The corners

I wish I could give you this feeling

I wish I could give this feeling

On the corners niggas rob or kill

And 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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