Being restrain, in this house of hell.
Counting down, my day's to be release.
Praying, that once I get out, I won't look back.
Living amongst man, like a herd of cattle.
This prison life, ain't no fanasy vocation.
Having the guard's, watching your every move.
This invisible-world, can break a man down.
Only the strong, going to survive.
Preparing myself, that I be determine to set goal's.
I let my mind be free, as my body is confined.
Polishing up on my talent's, thinking someday, I will shine.
When my final hour's come, im free! Never look back again.
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Uplifting sentiment, from a position that could easily be seen as hopeless. 'Polishing up on my talent's, thinking someday, I will shine. When my final hour's come, im free! Never look back again.' Way to be. Don't let 'em break you.