What is love, it's a like smeared cloud
Floating above,
Then comes the storm, lightning thunder
To rain,
Then comes the pain, flooded inside of your brain,
Hard to drain, things remain,
A strain which I could break the curse
Of the sane,
But it seems that's the way God destined
It to reign,
Since the sins came, babies born into pain sighs closed eyes with cries,
Blood over the body, represent the Christ image of love and hate,
Heaven and hell mirror of fate, wish it
Wasn't so late,
Nine months from the very first seed
That's dates,
A comfortable consent, souls linked together sitting like flint,
Two sparked minds, laying out the sunshine  melanin delightful kind,
I gotta take care of minds, ultrasound showing great signs of a divine,
No time to get behind, I see em laying,
In the fetal position,
Praying inside of the earth globes, til the mother explodes,
Another soul welcome to hell, where loosin your life is the only bail,
True freedom weighs only in death, so don't hold your breath,
For too long I'm too strong, cycling more rhymes than Armstrong,
And every thing else above, something mysterious, about true love