This Ain’t Love

Bizzle – This Ain’t Love



Uh, sometimes I feel like I wanna quit,
like I don’t want the fame that seems to be comin with.
But either way, I gotta do what I gotta do.
So somebody hand me a slingshot and a rock or two.
Bizzle, I’m goin in before I go away.
Here to follow Christ, see I’m kind of like His protege,
sent to let the world know be ready cause He on His way.
And them cats with you ain’t gon stand with you on His day.
You say you love him huh, but what’s love to you?
The way we learn to love is not love. Do you –
understand that love is not when they come to you
in daft but over a stack put a slug through you.
Love won’t always agree with you.
We like ‘yes men’ but real men is what you need with you.
Love will keep it a hundred and one.
Love will watch his language in front of your son.
Uh, sometimes love will make the holy fight for you.
Sometimes it’s only cause fightin is what they like to do.
Love ain’t helpin you cheat on your wife,
love will be like, “Go home, be with your wife.”
Not sit up in your living room and listen to you beat on your wife,
then come out and play Madden like it never happened.
Love will tell you when you wrong, then help fix it.
Love forgives, what is this? Cause this ain’t love

So fickle, uh, it’s so conditional (cause this ain’t love). We just throw that word around man (uh, yeah, Lavoisier), this ain’t love

There comes a time in life where you just gotta up and quit,
and separate from the foolishness that you grew up with.
There’s a feeling of power you get when you grip a pistol,
but it’s foolish to take a life just because somebody dissed you.
Now how you say it’s love when you pass your man a ratchet
and incite him to commit murder, now he in a casket
or doing life in prison, and you don’t write or visit.
Your man died, you don’t even go to see his children,
much less your own.
But when I ask you why you hussle you tell me cause you got kids, homie what you on?
Come on, we gotta do better homes, go to college and put our families up in better homes.
Come on, we’re too grown to reject what’s known.
Tryin to reason with you so I hope you accept this poem.
Risking freedom, man, your wife and kids for beamers and some ice.
You can’t be beating on your wife and teach your seeds about what’s right.
Hope that you get to the point where you can’t even sleep at night.
Bible says Jesus is coming like a thief inside the night.
And you’d be wise to heed the truth and seek and let it speak to you.
No I ain’t perfect daddy, but what I speak is true.
I know that life is hard, but that ain’t no excuse.
Feelin like they pass you by and barely even notice you.
What’s missing, you get from the One above.
So we can learn what nobody ever showed us fam,
cause this ain’t love….

It’s not fam, I know you feel like it is, but this ain’t love, you know? Gotta change man

Yeah, are you conscious? Great! Then may we conversate?
Step out in faith, we gotta wait, love conquers hate.
It’s frustrating, I relate, but seeking perfect love within imperfect people, that was my mistake.
I see now if I ain’t with Him then I’m limited.
My love is a gimmick, it is blemished, His is infinite.
Mine’s sinful – it is simple, His is intricate.
Nowadays, our idea of intimate is the internet.
It’s like I am quick to say I love you if you doing for me,
but if you lose what I am using, you ain’t moving homie.
Because you are only a means to an end,
that’s why the Bible says be careful sharing dreams with your friends.
All my bangers, have love for they other crew.
They got brothers who died and brought tears to they mothers too.
It started with brotherhood,
not hatin on another hood. The gang of cowards misused it, look what it drug us to.
They’ll turn you out just to turn on you.
They’ll catch a case and put the burn on you.
They’ll say they love you, then they pass the pistol.
Give you a sack of crystal and if you ain’t with it and then you yap,
that’s the issue, how is that official?
Our thinking’s distorted, so much discord.
It’s like we need to activate love, but where’s the switch for it?
True love will scold you to mold you.
Never say I told you so, it’ll hold you. But let you go too

Man that’s so true, huh. Love is patient, love is kind man (cause this ain’t love). You know I’m sayin? We do a whole lot of things but love ain’t one of them (this ain’t love). That’s it



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