Fuckit, i'll steal the concept.


"i wanna love that makes me regret how small my hands are
i mean hte lines of my palms don't gimme enough time to love you as long as id like to type of love."

-Shihan

i wanna love that makes me question where you are when I'm alone type love,
the love that makes me imagine your face even though i haven't met you yet type love.

Music gets in my way when i'm trying to be something other than what i am. It prevents me from sharing my knowledge with nobody, and forces me to speak my mind to the masses. Music embodies the soul that I have held down since i was a child and makes it course through my veins. Music centers my eyes when I'm lopsided with the misinformation that i take in daily, and balances my mind when i offset it the moment i wake up. Music is my memory on crack, yet it never lets me memorize lyrics because there is so much to take in at one time, from the snares, the offbeat lyrics, the airhats, the melody and the voice speaking each word; it becomes hard to take in all of it, and repeat it with precision. yet i can play it in my head without persuasion. Music sets me apart from the evil that comes through the stereo drums beats minds lyrics soul finds me and i end the paragraph on a good note.