baby steps

baby steps

 

im taking baby steps yo

one step forward, 2 steps slow mo

moving backwards like micheal on tv

dancing in the mirror j brown stylee

glancing over shoulders no trust no bust

loose lips sink ships no fuss is a must

locked up no bail life fail isnt you

what can you do. who even are you?

 

im taking baby steps tho

stillness is ok but backwards is a no go

feel what i thought back then was dim

know better now so i must have learnt something

must have figured out how to still be alive

striving in a half arsed way to more than survive

more than a mo of yr time is required

to somewhat grasp the manner in which we poor folks are wired

 

im taking baby steps bro

not to down on me for shit i cant control

shits i take daily in my morning routine

routinely i go between hell and some inner serene

serenely i go between this and shat

tit for tat, politics aint all that

however you be theres a box for you

the story you be telling yourself, aint true

 

im taking baby steps so

forgive my tippy tappy test the ice before i go

tip toeing around unsound mental ground

unkowing unglowing self styled unfounded

unblinking in the shame of the game we play

and get dead bored with the chores of the day

working life drains all the good shit for pay

signed up since birth to some slavery way

 

im taking baby steps as if my life didnt depend on it

i didnt create this shit i was born into it

is it a wonder i feel sad when nobody is happy

not in tune with ourselves, a truly lost humanity

blind to the plenty, out of whack with reality

imagining and implementing artificial scarcity

binds of the kind we freely put on we

sends the shits up me when we could be free