Yeah, yeah
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[Chorus]
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How beautiful love can be
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On the streets love is hard to see
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It's a place I got to be
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Loving you is loving me
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How beautiful love can be
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On the streets love is hard to see
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Gotta reach that frequency
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Loving you is loving me
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[Verse 1]
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Yeah, you know what love is
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Even found it on the ground where the thugs live
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My man had to dig deep to find his
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Couldn't sleep 'cause on the real he had five kids
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Live nig's, real niggaz express and taste it
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At crap games, black dames and big faces
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Cases in court, fam' showin' love and support
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You and your baby's mom thought that love was a sport
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As men we were taught to hold it in
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That's why we don't know how 'til we're older men
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If love is a place I'ma go again
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At least now, now I know to go within
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At time it can take ya for a spin
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Heartbreak hotel then you're home again
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I've seen love make a nigga soul pretend
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Like a story that he don't want to end
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Yo
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 2]
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It's all love where we come from
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In the hood love we was told to run from
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That same hood where the guns sung
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We holla love, hopin' it would come one
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Crack got so many lives undone
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From lack of love many hide some run
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I knew this girl with a son who dreamt of actin' in plays
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Demonstration with her man had her trapped in a maze
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Tryin' to find herself again, much of that she'd have gave
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Love can free us, to it some of us react as a slave
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Funny, we love 'em more when they're relaxed in a grave
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Wonder if a thug is raw, is he actin' afraid?
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Everybody loves sun, why do I attract shade?
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Heard of the love of money, but compassion it pays
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Talk about it with my youth so she'd understand
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What it is to be loved by a man
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Uh
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[Chorus]
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[Verse 3]
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Some say that I'm a dreamer 'cause I talk about it often
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Seen the hardest nigga soften wit' his homie in a coffin
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We walk and stand in, fall in it
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With the right companion we all in it
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Mary sang a song about it, having broad limits
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In the game of life, it's the scrimage
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Reminiscing on letters I wrote in my small days
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A letter to the people, love always
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Yeah
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[Chorus]
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Love Is...
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