Love on the low, love everywhere I go And I can't face it, all I need is right where I belong Love on the low, love everywhere I go And I can't face it, all I need is right where I belong Love on the low, love everywhere I go My ears are ringing, my palms are shaking, my heart is racing Somebody's mama's heart is aching, can't take it, probably fainting Boundless body parts in awkward places like apartments, basements Garbage, vacant lots, garages, spaces, Harlem's far too spacious Sometimes I wish I could get away and try to space *** To get away from my inhuman race, but all these satans Keep up my mace and Martins lay on back like Martha Mason Smoke away my iron lung to later die at 71 I lay it all out, lay it all out I lay it all out, lay it all out Gentrification split the nation that I once was raising I don't recall no friendly neighbor's face from my uprising Back in my younger days, I raised a blaze The gangs were banking, never stood a chance Them boys don't dance, but left from Harlem shaking On the pavement, in my generation Fuckin' with my society, earned the tribute Purchase of my diary, Mr. Irie How LSD inspired me to reach the higher me You should never give a damn that I don't give a *** entirely I think my pride died in me Somewhere inside of me, it's gotta be A whole nother side of me If you've seen the *** that I've seen In 26 years of living, that's how many ***s I've given Self-love on the low Now I'm everywhere I go And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong I lay it all out There's so much going on in the streets I gotta keep up Peace As I lay me down to sleep I pray to God I rest in peace Self-love Self-love Self-love Self-love Now I'm everywhere I go And I can't face that all I need is right where I belong