Where Is The Love

I got blood on my hands that I can't wash in the sink

I think it's easier to do things but it's harder to think

That's why I don't sympathize with puppy eyes and dry excuses

I think it's funny how I use my pain for your amusement

Know you gotta have some tough skin and it's a shortage on the cortisone

I see the light but know it's darkness in mi corazón

I'm a triple threat on every single court I'm on

It's game four, I hope you know these niggas goin' home

I play some Marvin Gaye so now you know what's goin' on

Then Miss Badu but never mind, I could go on and on

I know that self-love the best love

So, in solitude, your attitude never forget love