Steps by AiDO.fm

Steps One foot Steps In front of the other Right, left Through all the rubble I’d get Higher than Hubble I guess I’m having trouble I stress.. & I find it harder to digest.. Follow my heart or I digress & fall & get caught up in side quests? Nah! ..but why is it always right or left? ..& why is it always red or blue? Reminding me when it was mom or dad Guess that I’m blessed that I got to choose Picking a side in a court of law Rip in the lines of my corduroy Ripped from my home into custody Kinda a lot for a little boy But why did it feel like this system was overjoyed? Shit ain’t gon make me a victim, I found a riddim in middle of all the noise But turning a kid to a bomb or a gun & then catching em 2? & they call it “choice”..? Gimme the phone, Ima call my boys Til I find out I don’t got a voice ..But then I just had to find it Inspector gadget, I went Quiet in vested interest I’d use silence & I distance.. ..Mining my mind, Minding my own. Fine in my light, Finding my glow, Count my misses. I been tracing all my Steps. ..Back of my ends, Back of my closet, I collapsed, I almost lost it in the lint down in pocket of my sweats. This the shit I don’t forget, all these Steps. <3 [Sample: It Is Well With My Soul (cover) {snippet} by Yebba]