[Intro] Damn.. First You made me break everything down because you wanted to see the real me.. Now i can Rebuild the walls Brick for Brick One things for sure, Nobody is getting that close anymore KB Street-With-Class I can feel the difference in how I stand. Less open chest, more guarded hands. Too many cuts made one thing clear. The walls got higher getting here. [Verse 1 – 8 bars] It did not happen off one bad night. Not one lie, not one cold reply. It came brick by brick through every letdown. Every thin excuse, every switched-up tone. Every time I gave and got used for ease. Every time truth got bent on me. Now my heart does not sit where it sat back then. It moved uphill and behind thick stone. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Each letdown stacked like poured concrete. Each false soft word set harder steel. Now every entrance narrows up. What broke me once will not cross that door. [Hook – 8 bars] The walls got higher, line by line. Every scar added brick to mine. I do not hate you, I just changed shape. Now nothing gets in the way it came. The walls got higher, cold and clean. Built from the nights that buried me. You call it distance, I call it proof. Pain built a fortress out of truth. [Verse 2 – 8 bars] I used to meet people halfway fast. Now I watch what lasts past the first mask. I watch what shifts when the help runs dry. I watch who stays when I stop playing light. That is the part this album holds. Not only heartbreak, but what it moulds. A man gets colder when care gets taxed. A man gets sharper when trust gets sold. [Verse 3 – 8 bars] Some doors in me are still alive. I will not lie and say they died. But they are higher, harder reached. No free access through a wounded breach. Because I learned what closeness costs when someone loves what you solve, not you. That kind of lesson changes blood. It makes your warmth move slow and strict. [Hook – 8 bars] The walls got higher, line by line. Every scar added brick to mine. I do not hate you, I just changed shape. Now nothing gets in the way it came. The walls got higher, cold and clean. Built from the nights that buried me. You call it distance, I call it proof. Pain built a fortress out of truth. [Verse 4 – 8 bars] And it is not just love that did this work. People in general sharpened it first. Calls when they need, gone when they are fed. Praise while you pour, gone when you rest. So now my circle fits who stood. Not who enjoyed what I carried through. If you were there only for the lift, you hit the wall when you reach again. [Verse 5 – 8 bars] I know some will say I changed too much. That I got hard and lost my touch. But peace costs more when trust gets wrecked. And softness dies when respect gets used. This is not ego, this is repair. Not a performance, not bitter flair. Just new design from old collapse. A stronger frame around what is left. [Hook – 8 bars] The walls got higher, line by line. Every scar added brick to mine. I do not hate you, I just changed shape. Now nothing gets in the way it came. The walls got higher, cold and clean. Built from the nights that buried me. You call it distance, I call it proof. Pain built a fortress out of truth. [Bridge – 12 bars] I miss the version of me that trusted first. That moved on feeling before the proof. That part was good, but it bled too easy. So now he lives behind better locks. I did not choose this out of pride. I chose it after the damage spoke. After the bills, the silence, the drift. After the role got cut and denied. After I learned how fast care flips when people only like what you give. So if I seem far, know what built that space. It was not one wound, it was the whole damn run. [Verse 6 – 8 bars] From here on out, I still move real. But real gets guarded and clearly framed. No hidden labor, no unpaid role. No blurred intent near my private side. If you want in, then come with truth. Not empty need in a softer coat. Because these walls were not built for style. They rose to keep what is left alive. [Pre-Hook – 4 bars] Each letdown stacked like poured concrete. Each false soft word set harder steel. Now every entrance narrows up. What broke me once will not cross that door. [Hook – 8 bars] The walls got higher, line by line. Every scar added brick to mine. I do not hate you, I just changed shape. Now nothing gets in the way it came. The walls got higher, cold and clean. Built from the nights that buried me. You call it distance, I call it proof. Pain built a fortress out of truth. [Outro – 4 bars] So if I seem far, understand why. I built for survival, not for show. The walls got higher, and now I know. Some hearts stay soft by standing back.
