Is It getting better or do you feel the same?

We’re all bout the here and now.now an here is where we are.keep fighting it and we’ll see if you can take it. Me?me.me and you.you and me. Us We brought this together.me and you alive is what we need. We need things to happen mow.not layer cause later is when we’d rather be dead.dead instead of alive on your head. People do you feel me? Get ready.now and later It’s now or never Fight the temptation to stay the same Come with us and become insane In life,love,your happiness,their passion. Something new for you guys sent frpm above Here to change the music world,we are BYE BYE LOVE

Now rip it apart Razor of BBL

Anything means everything

and everything means nothing

to you anyway.

Because you had any and everything in this world given to you

you didnt have to work for anything

you never did.

So now that you have anything you want

it’s still not good enough for you.

You put out the fact that these minor details mean absolutely nothing to you, anyway,anywho

I have nothing. well I had everything,

something was good enough for me.

Anything that was something that was given to me, caught me off gaurd, choking it up

sneezing and bleeding

running and skipping

down the street to you.

See I was fortunate enough that the somethings I chiked on werent hazerdous.

They were simply put, small anythings formed into an alluring form of everything to trip me up.

The nothings I had obtained to become somethings that remained a decent part of me, melted away.

Nothing means everything

and everything means anything.

Anything is something you had

while you were caught choking on absolutely nothing.

Piercing, piercing, go straight through to your mind. I want you to speak with out a reason to find.

I want my lyrics to penetrate to the deepest parts of your soul. I want them to stick in your head til the day you grow old.

I want my words to rip, through all the darkest times. I want them to make sure youre ok. Well not ok but just fine.

 I need my lyrics to speak when all else is quiet.  See from the day we are born, we are told not to start a riot.

So we live our lives sitting on the edge. Waiting for things to change, but things aren’t changing til we decided we want wedge,

Our dreams and our songs into one big bang. Creating music so powerful that we continue to hang,

Our lyrics and albums in big people’s homes. We strike and we fight til we’ve no more ideas to write new songs.

At first it was easy to tell people what we wanted our words to do. Then as time goes by we let one become two.

Two more reasons we suck at what we do. Three more excuses to shut up, and who,

Who do you think you are? I let people like you determine where i was going.

I was positive I would make sure that in this life, i’d keep fighting.

But see I let those words of mine become something I was afraid of.

So then you took my words and used them against me.

You struck me with violence, and I let you throw them at me.

Everything I was, became nothing so fast. Then i realized something, I remembered why i wanted it to last.

I thought of all the reasons I let you hold me back. I took that thought and put it with new facts.

I want my lyrics to remain something you remember. I want them to stick to your mind, rubbed against sand paper.

Stuck and glued, Pasted and framed. I want my lyrics to stick, and then remain.

(via ilconsiglieri, -lalalove)