the streets won’t love me like my home.
I like to cuddle, to be held
sometimes I just wanna be the little spoon.
I can’t have my heart passed around
with nobody planning to keep it.
I move different
not better… just cautious.
I know what that temporary love do,
I seen it destroy the strongest.
I been that strong one…
now I just want my forever.
I want that 90s Black love,
the kind I grew up watching
two people choosing each other
after the long day is over.
Make it feel like a Monday night, 8PM,
Fresh Prince on in the background.
I saw Philip and Vivian Banks
strength partnering up with grace,
a man who protects and provides,
and a woman who reminds him
why he does it in the first place.
Or like the Winslows,
proving every day
family is the only thing that really matters.
Be my friend…
then fall in love unexpectedly.
Show me it’s a different world out here,
like Whitley and Dwayne.
I don’t want perfect
just something consistent.
The kind of love that argues in the kitchen
but laughs at the table.
Whether it’s about who make more money
or
whose mama biscuits better.
Be my Gina, I’ll be Martin.
I’m ready for them Living Single days to be over.
Two stubborn hearts,
arguing like rivals,
but understanding each other
better than anyone ever could
that Kyle and Maxine type love.
I want it real…
like it’s live in front of an audience—
no pre-recorded moments.
The story might change…
but the love stay the same.
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