Lyrics : The Case of William Smith (DANCEHALLHORNSOUND!!!! Remix)

Outside my cell there is an oak that grows
Through the fence line and towards the sun

They built a barrier of barbs flush but against its bark
And still its burls unfurled into branches strong

Silver thorns that hem in my hole
Snare me here through sun and snow
Barbs may scar but cannot stop the mighty oak

Burgeoning upward and out
This figure made out
The persistence happening made
Stopped by its daggered escape route

It finally stands tall
The limbs will make the fence fall
The slowest getaway car
That the guard ever saw

The warden scratches his bald patches
Raised his arms in the air
And wondered how this happened
Despite his decades to prepare