They been callin up here, asking when I am gonna get out. When I hit bricks, it all belongs to me.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Brick walls are there for a reason. The brick walls aren't there to keep us out. The brick walls are there to show us how badly we want things.
I was always fighting the establishment, trying to run through brick walls.
I am like a brick.
After all these years, almost 30 years later, whenever I'm on the street, someone will call out, 'Who you gonna call?'
I have blocks of wood all over my house; I spend all of my day knocking!
People call to keep me abreast of what's going on.
People who avoid the brick walls - all power to ya, but we all have to hit them sometimes in order to push through to the next level, to evolve.
They, that unnamed 'they,' they've knocked me down but I got up. I always get up-and I swear when I went down quite often I took the fall; nothing moves a mountain but itself. They, I've long ago named them me.
I climbed brick facades as a kid. You'd kind of stick your fingers in there.
We're in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyone's arguing over where they're going to sit.