Step to me

 On the level of limits, the snap is the point.
 On point, right on time n bout damn time.
 Jus after the fr (for real)? That's how it is?
 In the moment, chewin words truth grinds.
 The platform center stage lit the fuck up.
 It's comin! N that's what's up, over the line.
 Not givin a flyin bird flip, giggles spit.
 A train reaction shuttin down time.
 Bad is good n felt in mutual convo.
 Tic tic oh no! Spilnterin the third strike.
 Gone n skippin til home is found over there.
 Exposed, with nothin left to hide.
 Luv exists in rare frustrated form.
 Past the signs pointin in the direction ahead.
 Steppin under self to lift shadow n all.
 The one hurtin, holdin strengths head.