Love is...

Yeah

Yeah

How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
It's a place I got to be
Loving you is loving me
How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
Gotta reach that frequency
Loving you is loving me

Yeah, you know what love is
Even found it on the ground where the thugs live
My man had to dig deep to find his
Couldn't sleep 'cause on the real, he had five kids
Live -, real - express and taste it
At crap games, black dames and big faces
Cases in court, fam' showing love and support
You and your baby's mom thought that love was a sport

As men, we were taught to hold it in
That's why we don't know how 'til we're older men
If love is a place, I'ma go again
At least now, now I know to go within
At times, it can take ya for a spin
Heartbreak hotel then you're home again
I've seen love make a - soul pretend
Like a story that he don't want to end, yo

How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
It's a place I got to be
Loving you is loving me
How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
Gotta reach that frequency
Loving you is loving me

It's all love where we come from
In the hood, love we was told to run from
That same hood where the guns sung
We holla love, hoping it'd become one
Crack got so many lives undone
From lack of love, many hide, some run
I knew this girl with a son who dreamt of acting in plays
Demonstration with her man had her trapped in a maze

Trying to find herself again, much of that she'd have gave
Love can free us, to it, some of us react as a slave
Funny, we love 'em more when they're relaxed in a grave
Wonder if a thug is raw, is he actin' afraid?
Everybody loves sun, why do I attract shade?
Heard of the love of money, but compassion, it pays
Talk about it with my youth, so she'd understand
What it is to be loved by a man

How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
It's a place I got to be
Loving you is loving me
How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
Gotta reach that frequency
Loving you is loving me

Some say that I'm a dreamer 'cause I talk about it often
Seen the hardest - soften wit' his homie in a coffin
We walk and stand in, fall in it
With the right companion, we all in it
Mary sang a song about it, having broad limits
In the game of life, it's the scrimmage
Reminiscing on letters I wrote in my small days
A letter to the people, love always, yeah

How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
It's a place I got to be
Loving you is loving me
How beautiful love can be
On the streets, love is hard to see
Gotta reach that frequency
Loving you is loving me