Verse 1:(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      Hook:   (Kanye West)   I wish I could give you this feelin'   I wish I could give this feelin'   On the corners niggaz rob or kill   And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?      (Spoken: Lost Prophets)   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 ??      Verse 2: (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      Hook:   (Kanye West)   I wish I could give you this feelin'   I wish I could give this feelin'   On the corners niggaz rob or kill   And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?      (Spoken: Lost Prophets)   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      Verse 3: (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      Hook:   (Kanye West)   I wish I could give you this feelin'   I wish I could give this feelin'   On the corners niggaz rob or kill   And dyin' just to make a livin', huh?      (Spoken: Lost Prophets)   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