Verse 1 Love. What is it? A solid or a liquid? The question resonates from inner space to outer limits Outer space to inner city dwellers timid, not committed Love just isn't built on child support and weekend visits You k** it like strychnine when you treat it like a cancer You don't feel it so you spend time seek pleasure, not the answer In clubs peeping dancers in a jacked-up type of manner Stuffing g-strings with dollars that should buy your baby's Pampers Love's not waking up with different women every morning Love's not beating her down at nine months, with child forming Love's not leaving your wife and your seed with no warning Love's not, and when it's raining its pouring Scoring no points you smoke joints, and toke your life away You might have another year or two but you really die today Display respect for yourself, or you can't love nobody else The hand you're dealt requires action, not just something you felt Chorus: I know what love is and it just don't stop but I can explain it better when I say what love's not. Yeah I know what love is, and it just don't stop But I explain it better when I can say what love's not. Verse 2 A house divided against itself is prone to utter desolation So for this generation on the brink of extermination I pour out a libation, a lyrical libation In observation of the annihilation of the moral foundation The desperation of the situation was clearly foretold That in these last days the love of many would grow stone cold And if hell is without love Then all hell has broke loose in this culture Feel the negativity circling overhead like a vulture? The inverted priority of the majority, squander the sacred To give what's profane seniority And incredibly we fail to see collectively The reasons why things fall apart like leprosy Pa**ion is the fashion taboos are taboo Do you see through this voodoo Cause it stinks like doodoo Yo it's sad but too true how many don't have a clue To the fact we'll be judged for all we think say and do From east to west coast and all areas in between Real love is like a ghost -- talked about but rarely seen Except on TV screens where they flash these caricatures That on the down low are meant to influence our characters But love is not love if it's manufactured for the moment That makes it more than the physical between a man and a woman Wisdom is justified by her children in the end And real love is being willing to lay down your life for a friend Chorus Verse 3 Love's not caught in mug shots or seen in drug spots Love's not s** or who you do next Love's not Road rage, p**no pages in the eyes of a racist Loves not whoring and love's not abortion Of course then love doesn't bomb clinics to make it finish Love's not hate and love's not a cynic Love's not seen on Jerry Springer or expressed by middle finger And love is rarely captured in the words of any singer Love's not domestic violence saying shut up or be silent And love's not represented in the way of the police sirens Abandoned children in abandon buildings Random k**ings, love's not slow to help you, love is ready and willing Love is patient and kind, love is sight for the blind Love was borne before the morning, love's transforming your mind Love is body and blood, bread and wine, remember the time Love is God divine, crucified for mankind Chorus