Love is...

Yeah Yeah How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see (yeah) 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 nig's, real niggas 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 (yeah) If love is a place, I'ma go again At least now, now I know to go within At times it can take you 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 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, hopin' it 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 actin' in plays Demonstration with her man had her trapped in a maze Tryna find herself again, much of that she'd have gave Love can free us, to it some 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, uh How beautiful love can be On the streets love is hard to see (yeah) It's a place I got to be (woo) 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 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 scrimmage Reminiscing on letters I wrote in my small days A letter to the people, love always, yeah How beautiful love can be (woo) 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 --- Love Is... - Common