Steps Part 2

mumma's trynna get my head out of the mainstream She said you gotta come on out despite what you believe make sense of all these sounds the screaming while you sleep can lead you to the ground to stand on your own feet you're not too thick to turn around from sickled shortened feats the future's happening now and the reality you breathe hasn't got the air needed so you'll see black untended spots that haunt your sense of being but mom the underground is cold and the warmth is comforting you're right the future's still untold but from under this you'll see the wonder i behold is light enough to see light enough to hold without splitting from the seams. my direction is adjusting and i'm definitely running faster i can tell you're scared of trends because after all you are my mother but i'm almost at the end where i can send most of this away climb up to the top and stop just playing games learn to gently wake the night without spiting coming days before we all surely fade on out from the crowds that fill the space