(I wanted to listen to The Roots, so I did.  I can relate to the meaning behind this song.  Day 316…)

I don’t ask for much, but enough room to spread my wings.  And the world finna know my name…

I just want to make love
Practice procreation with select women
Because I can’t be inside just anyone’s legs
And make a physical manifestation
Not of the love I might have for my partners
But the love that lies somewhere beneath this selfishness
If the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach
Maybe the way his love comes out is through his loins

I want to leave a legacy
That is more a permanent idea than the current institution of love
A lineage is more important than whether or not I stay with the same woman for the rest of my life
Fatherhood over fidelity

That’s why my sex is so raw
So passionate
I’m trying to get her pregnant
Not to trap her into commitment
But to ensure we’ll have a beautiful, tangible result of the moments she let me inside
The moments she let me write
And write
And write
Until the process worked
We were both so fertile
And a concept was born
A product of us
Composed of the perfect hybrid of her arousal
My passion
Our chemistry
And our fertility