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Making love to your mind is more like
production calculated with fruit on a vine
A very fine thirst quencher selected by one at a time
Used like more AT&T calls, with Sprint dropping dimes

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"

Written by CtSunkiss


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