You work to pay your way threw life, while you pray to last another day. As time goes by you realize the strength it takes to play this game.

So I live the life I want outgoing and against amendments, earth to me is jail so i work to serve my sentence. Forced to spend eternity behind walls that don't exist. These walls were built tall and created by mental bricks.

The shackles of self doubt keep us chained down to the surface. While we deal with the stress, pain, and emotional damage, from a journey of life's questions  and the absence of answers.

It's even harder to think clear when all these distractions surround you, while brick walls made of thoughts create obstacles around you.

We create these walls and build them tall as a form of self protection, but when your guard is always up doubt will leave yourself defenseless.

With each conflict that we deal with our mental sentence extends. So bend the bars and break down the walls, from out the prison that's within.