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conversations.value: Write me a song called The Corner with the following description: 
  Track 2 off of Common’s critically acclaimed album Be (2005)
  The song features Kanye West and The Last Poets, the legendary spoken-word group that is considered to be the god-fathers of Hip-Hop.
  The song’s lyrics deal with street corners in poor neighborhoods. The song’s beat contains samples from “You Make the Sun Shine” by The Temprees and “What It Is” by The Temptations. Because of the song’s gritty sound, some fans considered it to be a return to Common’s Resurrection days.
  The video for the song was directed by Kanye West in Chicago. Make sure the lyrics are different from the original song.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: [Produced by Kanye West]
  [Intro: Common]
  Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
  Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
  Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
  Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh-uh
  [Verse 1: Common]
  Memories on corners with the fo's
   
  and the mo's
  Walk to the store for the rose, talkin' 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, niggas holdin' they rolls
  Corners leave souls opened and closed, hopin' for mo'
  With nowhere to go, niggas rollin' in droves
  They shoot the wrong way, 'cause they ain’t knowin' they goals
  The streets ain’t safe 'cause they ain’t knowin' 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 [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I wish I could give you this feelin'
  I wish I could give you this feelin', uh-uh
  Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbin', killin'
  Dyin', just to make a living, huh? (Huh?)
  [Post-Chorus: The Last Poets]
  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
  [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 keep sweet Nike's, 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 beasts 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 where niggas is sheep-like
  Rappers and hoopers, 
  we strive to be like
  G's 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, hopin' it will bleed light
  Reality's a bitch, and I heard that she bites
  The corner [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I wish I could give you this feelin'
  I wish I could give you this feelin', uh-uh
  Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbin', killin'
  Dyin', just to make a living, huh? (Huh?)
  [Post-Chorus: The Last Poets]
  Uh, 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 servin' burgers
  As cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalists
  The dirt isn’t just fertile, it’s people workin' and earnin' this
  The curb getters go where the cash flow and the current is
  It’s so hot that niggas burn to live
  The furnace is, where the money movin', the determined live
  We talk shit, play lotto, and buy German beers
  It’s so black packed with 
  action that's affirmative
  The corners
  [Chorus: Kanye West]
  I wish I could give you this feelin'
  I wish I could give you this feelin', uh-uh
  Uh-uh-ugh, on the corners, niggas robbin', killin'
  Dyin', just to make a living, huh? (Huh?) [Post-Chorus: The 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