Common - The Corner ft. The Last Poets Chords

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Got [A] Uncle Zach smoking something lower than [Bbm] those to cope with [Db] their lows.
The wind is cold and it [Bbm] blows.
In they socks and they [Db] soles, holding they [Bb] rolls.
[A] Corners leave soles open [Db] then closed.
Hoping for more, [C] but nowhere to go.
Rolling the [Bbm] drones, they [Cm] shoot the wall.
[Db] Wait, cause they ain't knowing [Bbm] they're goals.
The [Bb] streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing they're cold.
By [D] the foals, I was told either focus [Db] or [Bb] fold.
Got [B] cousins with clothes, hope they open [Fm] some doors.
So [Cm] we can pop clothes [Fm] and roll in [Bb] a roll.
Now I roll in the [C] O's, with windows in your roll.
Down the [Dbm] road, some cars get broken and stole.
[Bb] These are the [A] stories told by Stoney and Cottage [Bbm] Grove.
The world [Db] is cold, the block is hot as [Bbm] a stove.
[Bb] On the corner, I wish I could get his feeling.
I wish I could get his feeling. _ _ _
_ [Eb] On the corner, ride [Bbm] with the children.
[Cm] I [Db] request to make a living.
We [Bb] _
overrated, we underrated, we educated.
The corner [G] was our time, when [Db] time stood still.
And [N] gators and snakehens and yellow [Bbm] and pink and [Cm] horrible [Db] profiles [Bbm] glorifying that.
Street [Eb] lights and deep nights, cats trying to eat [Bb] right.
[N] Riding on seat bikes with works at feet height.
So they get you sweet nights, they heading their feet [Bbm] right.
[Cm] Desire's a [Db] streetlight, cars [Bbm] been beat tight.
It's [N] hard to breathe nice, days are feet light.
The beefs roam the streets, the police is group light.
Game at its peak, we speak and [Bbm] believe hype.
[C] Banging those sneaks, [Fm] hats, cock left [Bbm] for deep right.
It's [D] steep life, coming up with the sheep light.
Rappers and hoopers, [Db] strive to be [Bb] like.
[A] G's with three stripes, C's [Bbm] that need light.
[Cm] G's and B's sight, [Fm] needs [Eb] and D's [Bbm] fight.
The corner, we're struggling, greed fight.
We write [B] songs about wrong, cause it's hard to see [Bbm] right.
Look to the sky, hoping it will be light.
_ [Cm] Reality's a hoops [Fm] and I heard the [Bbm] sheep fight.
The [Bb] corner, I wish I could get this feeling.
I [Dbm] wish I could get this feeling.
Uh uh, [Bb] uh uh [N] uh.
All my corners ride with a [Bbm] cheer.
Live it, [Cm] die, just [Db] to make a [Bbm] living.
Ha, ha.
The corner was our magic, our music, our [N] politics.
Fires raised as tribal dancers and war cries spoke out on different [Bbm] corners.
Power [Db] to the people, black power, black [Bbm] is beautiful.
Church [N] services, murderers, they ride serving burgers.
It's cats with gold permanence, lose they [Dbm] bags, it's [C] frivolous.
But there isn't just frivolous, people [Bbm] working and earning.
It's the [Db] curve that I throw where the cash [Bbm] flow and the current is.
[G] It's so hot that we're [Bb] in the living [N] furnaces.
Where the money move in the [Bb] determined live.
[N] We talk, play lotto and [Bbm] buy German bed.
[Cm] It's [Db] so black, packed with [Bbm] action that's affirmative.
_ I wish I could get this feeling.
I [D] wish [Db] I could get this feeling.
Uh uh, [Bb] uh uh uh.
All my corners ride with a [Bbm] cheer.
Live it, [C] die, just to make a [F] living.
Ha, ha.
The corner was our rock of Gibraltar, our _ [Ab] Stonehenge, our Taj Mahal, our monument,
our _ testimonial to [Bbm] freedom, to [Cm] peace, [Db] and to love.
[Bbm] Now, [Bb] the corner.
Now, the corner. _ _ _ _ _
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