These Two.

Show me how to kiss the sun and not get burnt..
Show me how to stop a fire from spreading..
Show me how to love and not lose control..
Show me how to let go and uncurl my fingers..

this business with the heart can get so dirty
and once lies enter the game it’s forfeited before half-time
there must be a way to recapture what was lost
or are the strings still attached to this story..

Brotha. Sista. Work it out.

you do and you do and you do not listen
blowing up my phone wanting to vent when he’s dissin’
child, take a step out the box and look for yourself
tell me if you like what you see (I sure don’t)

then you go off and make hasty threats
watch it, might say something you’ll fast regret
cause he don’t react when you’re reacting
try taking slow breaths, calm down and listen

Sista. Stop riding too fast on your emotions. slow down.

he knows he shouldn't be so secretive
but I guess it’s part of his belief system
for him to change would be like going against the grain in his mind
and I hope you two don’t mind that I’m representin' this in my writing..

Brotha. You know you wrong for holding back.

she said “I’m tired of all the cussing n hollering” (true that)
he said “you always coming at me with these same old questions”
she said “you’re not doing what you supposed to do for your woman!”
he says nothing..

Brotha. Don’t leave her hanging.

you gotta accept responsibility too, for the breakdown
takes two to build a happy home and destroy one
but if you know you were the one to deliver the final blow
brotha, you gotta step up and rectify (if that’s what you want)

Brotha. Sista. Work it out.

who’s listening when everybody else is screaming
who's benefiting from the demise of this union
i’ve said all I can and I don’t know what else I can do
the only one who can fix this is the two of you

Brotha. Sista. Do it, before it’s too late…

Show me how to kiss the sun with my lips..
Show me how to quiet a blazing fire…
Show me how to love and laugh together…
Show me how to only hold on when it is forever…