Love is...

Yeah, yeah<br><br>[Chorus]<br>How beautiful love can be<br>On the streets love is hard to see<br>It`s a place I got to be<br>Loving you is loving me<br>How beautiful love can be<br>On the streets love is hard to see<br>Gotta reach that frequency<br>Loving you is loving me<br><br>[Verse 1]<br>Yeah, you know what love is<br>Even found it on the ground where the thugs live<br>My man had to dig deep to find his<br>Couldn`t sleep `cause on the real he had five kids<br>Live nig`s, real niggaz express and taste it<br>At crap games, black dames and big faces<br>Cases in court, fam` showin` love and support<br>You and your baby`s mom thought that love was a sport<br>As men we were taught to hold it in<br>That`s why we don`t know how `til we`re older men<br>If love is a place I`ma go again<br>At least now, now I know to go within<br>At time it can take ya for a spin<br>Heartbreak hotel then you`re home again<br>I`ve seen love make a nigga soul pretend<br>Like a story that he don`t want to end<br>Yo<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 2]<br>It`s all love where we come from<br>In the hood love we was told to run from<br>That same hood where the guns sung<br>We holla love, hopin` it would come one<br>Crack got so many lives undone<br>From lack of love many hide some run<br>I knew this girl with a son who dreamt of actin` in plays<br>Demonstration with her man had her trapped in a maze<br>Tryin` to find herself again, much of that she`d have gave<br>Love can free us, to it some of us react as a slave<br>Funny, we love `em more when they`re relaxed in a grave<br>Wonder if a thug is raw, is he actin` afraid?<br>Everybody loves sun, why do I attract shade?<br>Heard of the love of money, but compassion it pays<br>Talk about it with my youth so she`d understand<br>What it is to be loved by a man<br>Uh<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[Verse 3]<br>Some say that I`m a dreamer `cause I talk about it often<br>Seen the hardest nigga soften wit` his homie in a coffin<br>We walk and stand in, fall in it<br>With the right companion we all in it<br>Mary sang a song about it, having broad limits<br>In the game of life, it`s the scrimage<br>Reminiscing on letters I wrote in my small days<br>A letter to the people, love always<br>Yeah<br><br>[Chorus]