[Jill Scott]

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

Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees

He was brown, deep

Said he wanted to talk about my mission

Listen to my past lives. (Word?)

Took me on long walks to places where butterflies 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

[Repeat 1 in background]

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

Cumulus clouds, 84 degrees, melody



Love rain down on me, on me, down on me

Love rain down on me, on me, down on me



[Mos Def]

I stretched my arms towards the sky like blades of tall grass

The sun beat between my shoulders like carnival drums

I sat still in hopes that it would help my wings grow

So then I could really be fly

And then she arrived

Like day break inside a railway tunnel

Like the new moon, like a diamond in the mines

Like high noon to a drunkard, sudden

She made my heart beat in a now-now time signature

Her skinny canvas for ultraviolet brushstrokes

She was the sun's painting

She was a deep cognac color

Her eyes sparkled like lights along the new city

She lips pursed as if her breath was too sweet

And full for her mouth to hold

I said, "You are the beautiful, distress of mathematics."

I said, "For you, I would peel open the clouds like new fruit

And give you lightning and thunder as a dowry

I would make the sky shed all of it's stars like rain

And I would clasp the constellations across your waist

And I would make the heavens your cape

And they would be pleased to cover you

They would be pleased to cover you

May I please, cover you, please"