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[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

Gabriel
Gabriel, j attends
Un peu de sentiments
Que ton âme se jette à l eau
Dans mon corps océan

Du zéphyr, du vent
Tu mens comme un enfant
Et tu fuis vers tout là-haut
Dès que ton ciel se fend

Es-tu fait pour lui
Es-tu fait pour moi
Je n attends qu un signe de toi
Si tu as le mal...

Sing a new song to the world!
Let your voice be heard, go and bring the word!
This whole world was meant to be, for you as well as me…
For humanity.

We all travel the same road
Carry the same load; reap what we have sowed;
You are hoping just like me, to live with...

Kick my ass, I ll be back, a masochistic goal,
massive heart attack
She knows what to do to piss me off
and I still find it irresistible
Bring up my pills and juice
Clean me after I go poop
I m going down...

Body of a monkey and the feet of a cock,
Dragged from her home on the killing rock,
Black dog dying on the weather vain,
The Devil s in a cat and the baby s brain,

[Chorus]
The End - The End of The American,
The End - The End of The American,
The End - The...

When you re smoking tinfoil in the morning
It s gonna be a cold day
When you re keeping everything inside you
It can only hurt you

Unrelated sounds
The sun will shine again
You hold it in your hands

This young land is a young land let it stay...