[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' showin' 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
wrote
within
trapped
thugs
undone
thought
taught
taste
story
sleep
small
shade
youth
right
wonder
slave
react
reach
pretend
plays
place
sport
older
niggaz
people
demonstration
herself
understand
stand
crack
court
compassion
faces
chorus
cases
always
attract
money
streets
coffin
again
dreamt
having
verse
dames
holla
where
beautiful
letters
soften
often
afraid
homie
about
black
support
reminiscing
found
companion
grave
gotta
loved
express
frequency
funny
ground
everybody
hardest
heard
heartbreak
relaxed
hotel
limits
would
least
nigga
games
letter
broad
lives
dreamer
loves
loving
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