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Yeah
I open my eyes, the corner's like African tribes
The blackest of thighs, a blackened surprise where passion arise
The youth fantasize of grass and cash in they eyes
A youth dies, and momma's asking rationalize
Trying to build a spot where ghetto bastards can rise
The ghetto's been bastardized by those that capitalize
Wonder if it's a plan that the master devised
To bring his people to a land where blacks are despised
To actualize scripture, the rich are getting richer
The young are becoming thicker, summers becoming winter
Hard times, hard liquor link cards and God figures
It's moments that completes us to piece us with scar niggas
The corners I picture in motion it stars niggas
Emotions of those that be smoking like Todd Bridges
These are our bridges, from nothing to something
That's why on every city block, you hear them pumping
The corner
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh uh
On the corners niggas rob or kill
And dying just to make a living, huh?
We overstated, we underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when time stood still and
Gators and snakeskins in
Yellow and pink and collared blue
Profiles glorifying them
On the corner, birth place of various dreams
The ending of the beginning, the scariest thing
As we survive here to die here, whatever we seen
We accept it, live with it, or better the scheme
On the corner, the backdrop for hustling crack rock
The spot where the mac stops to issue the pack's out
There's money on the corner you'd be stupid to pass up
Remember there's a code and if it's broken we blast ya
There's Crips on the corner, Bloods on the corner
GDs and vice lords so there's thugs on the corner
There's children having fun so there's love on the corner
OGs with triple beams holding drugs on the corner
There's cops on the corner
Dope fiends that walk around in they socks is on the corner
But I love 'em, so I'm on 'em
It's life on the corner, death on the corner
We fight until our very last breath on the corner
Corner
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh uh
On the corners niggas rob or kill
And dying just to make a living, huh?
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
(The corner man!) C-O-R-N-E-R
My nigga, it's the corner, every city block got 4 of em'
It's simple math, something jumping off on all them (break it down)
The church, the chicken shack, the liquor store, the dope house
The bail bonds, the nail salon, the barber shop, the courthouse
The young are blowing their smoke out, he high five
They're 'bout it 'bout it, no power outage for live wires
The block wild and shots fired from hot eyes
A cold world full of hot summers and loud sirens (woo)
The 'caine slangers and gang bangers and lane changers (ha)
Elders anxiety prone, them rigid teenagers
They're whispering:
"Man, you can't save him, the streets raised him"
They on the block like they ain't neighbors
They're straight strangers
Grandmama hit me with 3 words:"Son, keep praying"
This shorty hit me with 3 more,"Son, keep blazing"
They're both deep statements, from two unique places
Real forever real, I just love to hear the streets say it
Corner
I wish I could give you this feeling
I wish I could give this feeling, uh-uh, uh-uh uh
On the corners niggas rob or kill
And dying just to make a living, 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
