Byron Henderson - Reality Within The Madness lyrics

[Intro: Byron] Stay ready and you won't have to get ready, Rina Remember that {Laughs} Let me talk to y'all for a minute There's a lot that I have to get off of my chest Three minutes [Verse: Byron] The simplest things will cause you to lose it Pardon me if I come off harsh, but I won't abuse this See where you're coming from, but for me it's more than music I'm through selling myself short, I'm going to use it Promises kept sacred, I'm just making my bed And I'd much rather be comfortable now before I'm dead So please, just indulge me for a moment Just to elaborate on a couple issues I'm going through Evidently, a voice is the only thing we have nowadays It's like a curse because today could be your last How amazed would you be? Do you feel like you've done enough? Have you said everything that you need to say to the ones you love? The backhanded compliments honestly don't hurt my confidence Like I don't appeal to the radio, but that's just common sense Bottom line is I'm reminded of my eighth grade days They'd be like where the bars at? But I would look at them like, “Where's your heart at?” All that trying to be hard was never my cup of tea I love lyricism, but I knew it just wasn't me See, that was second nature, it just came in sporadic spurts That just made matters worst, though battling had its perks Y'all seemingly got addicted to it, and kept asking for more And I was too gone to know I was falling victim to it Often saw ventilation as my escape, but y'all were different Truly different, that's why you ain't bother sitting through it You have your own demons Maybe you ain't trying to deal with them, and the bars help You have your own reasons One of you guys lost your brother this year, and I'm sorry I know your soul's screaming, fiending just to have him back for a day I think I first met you back in '08, you know its empathy The type of void that can never be filled by tendencies of pretending we're okay The type of feeling you get when you couldn't care less if you k**ed your enemy I hope you can deal with it Though we haven't spoken in years, the memory's still vivid I just hope you're still gifted Kind of wish I could have been closer to y'all But you know me I'm on my own, too anti-social for y'all I also wish I could have been closer to Alyson Never had a problem myself but drama was adamant So many things I'd rather say than a punchline, but y'all ain't having it We just want to a false reality that we can turn up to If I don't live it, I don't speak on it, don't be so obtuse There's something about these artists that cause them to act frivolous Live on our screens, flossing They'll have you thinking it's limitless Propagating these lies, profiting from demise Prophesying your downfall right before your eyes So let me ask you, is that money worth it? If you had to wear a mask instead of show the real you, would you serve a purpose? Just rely on the money to get you by But these blood s**ing leeches will happily s** you dry We never take it personal, but what if it's meant to be taken personal? We ain't worth ish unless we're alive If you do it for the money, that's fine I won't knock you just because my mission's different Dawg, I do this to survive So do you really want the best for me? They'd rather see me dead or fighting three felonies I know a lot of y'all are fighting temptations, fell in love with the lust Man, its whack when you know everyone in charge is corrupt My friends told me I'm numb, but apparently not enough Cause when I had that blade up to my skin, I didn't cut, whoa…