The Corner (feat. The Last Poets) [feat. The Last Poets]

Memories on corners with the foes and the Moes

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 **** holding they rolls

Corners leave souls opened and closed, hoping for mo'

With nowhere to go, **** rolling in droves

They shoot the wrong way 'cause they ain't knowing they 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 broke in and stole

These are the stories told by Stoney and Cottage Grove

The world is cold, the block is hot as a stove

On the corners

I wish I could give this feeling

I wish I could give this feeling

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

On the corners, **** robbing, killing

Dying just to make a living, huh, huh

We overstated, we underrated, we educated

The corner was our time when time stood still

In gators and snakeskins, in yellow and pink

And powder blue profiles, glorifying them

Streetlights and deep nights, cats tryna eat right

Riding no-seat bikes with work to feed hype

So they can keep sweet Nikes, 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 beast 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 with **** that's sheep-like

Rappers and hoopers we strive to be like

Gs with three stripes, 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 this feeling

I wish I could give this feeling

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

On the corners, **** robbing, killing

Dying just to make a living, huh, huh

The corner was our magic, our music, our politics

Fires raged 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 moved they bags as herbalists

The dirt isn't just fertile, it's people working and earning

It's the curb get us, go where the cash flow and the current is

It's so hot that **** burn to live

The furnace is where the money move and the determined live

We talk shit, play lotto and buy German beers

It's so black, packed with action, that's affirmative

The corner

I wish I could give this feeling

I wish I could give this feeling

Uh-uh, uh-uh-uh

On the corners, **** robbing, killing

Dying just to make a living, huh-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