The Corner Common (Ft. Kanye West & The Last Poets)

[Produced by Kanye West]

[Intro: Common]
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[Verse 1: Common]
Memories on corners with the fo's and the mo's
Walk to the store for the rose, talkin' 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, niggas holdin' they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'
With nowhere to go, niggas rollin' in droves
They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain’t knowin' they goals
The streets ain’t safe 'cause they ain’t knowin' 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