Byron Henderson - Reality Within The Madness lyrics

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

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 it's 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 it's 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 killed 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 sucking leeches will
Happily suck 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, it's 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