[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, cuz they ain't know and they goes    The streets ain't safe cuz 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 give you this feelin'    I wish I could give this feelin'    On the corners niggaz robbin' or killin'    And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?       [Lost Prophets]--------- [Last Poets]   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 that       [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 cuz its 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       [Kanye West]   I wish I could give you this feelin'    I wish I could give this feelin'    On the corners niggaz robbin or killin'    And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?       [Lost Prophets]------------- [Last Poets]   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       [Common]   Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burgers    As cats with gold permanents, move they bags as herbalists    The dirt isn't just fertile, its 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       [Kanye]   I wish I could give you this feelin'    I wish I could give this feelin'    On the corners niggaz robbin' or killin'    And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?       [Lost Prophets]---------------- [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