(feat. Kanye West, The Last Poets)    [Verse 1: Common]  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    [Hook: Kanye West]  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)    [Spoken: The Last Poets]  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    [Verse 2: Common]  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    [Hook]    [Spoken: The Last Poets]  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    [Verse 3: Common]  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    [Hook]    [Spoken: The Last Poets]  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...