This is how it feels when making love to your mind
Making love to your mind is harder to do than
luck being harder to find
Convert love making to the pureness of
what it's like to be above
Raw like having sex with no protection,
no latex glove
Let it marinate in your soul as you rub
your heartache and wish for no more
Pain that has followed with sorrow carried
by what tomorrow may have in store
Giving it this power too strong to configure,
it's like no other
Standing on the block like dreads quoting "Word to tha motha"