(Word?) Took me on long walks to places where b***erflies rest easy Talked about Moses and Mumia Reparations, blue colors, memories of shell-topped Adidas He was fresh, like summer peaches Sweet on my mind like block parties and penny candy Us was nice and warm, no jacket, no umbrella, just warm At night we would watch the stars And he would physically give me each and every one I felt like cayenne pepper, red, hot, spicy I felt dizzy and so near heaven and miles between my thighs Better than love, we made delicious He me had, had me he He had me tongue tied I could hear his rhythm in my thoughts I was his sharp, his horn section His boom and his bip And he was my love Love rain down on me, on me, down on me The rain was fallin' and, and slowly and sweetly and stinging my eyes And I could not see that he became my voodoo priest And I was his faithful concubine Wide open, wide, loose like bowels after collard greens The mistake was made Love slipped from my lips Dripped down my chin and landed in his lap And us became new Now me non-clarivoyant and in love Made the coochie easy and the obvious invisible The rain was falling And I couldn't see the season changing And the vibe slipping off it's axis Our beautiful melody became wildly staccato The rain was falling and I could not see That I was to be plowed and sowed and fertilized And left to drown in his sunny afternoon c**ulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Love rain down on me, on me, down on me Met him on a Thursday, sunny afternoon c**ulus clouds, 84 degrees He was brown, deep Said he wanted to talk about my mission Listen to my past lives.

Jill scott love rain