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    Love Is...
    (专辑: Be - 2005)
    
    Yeah, yeah   [Chorus]  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   [Verse 1]  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 nig's, real niggaz 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 time it can take ya for a 
spin  Heartbreak hotel then you're home again  I've seen love make a 
nigga soul pretend  Like a 
story that he don't want to end  Yo   [Chorus]   [Verse 2]  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 would come 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 acting 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  Uh   [Chorus]   [Verse 3]  Some say that I'm a 
dreamer 'cause I 
talk about it often  Seen the 
hardest nigga 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 
scrimage  Reminiscing on letters I 
wrote in my small days  A 
letter to the 
people, love always  Yeah   [Chorus]  
 
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