My sentence is ending like this I’ve been hacking and digging with a spoon and a shiv Tunneling inch by inch My strategy hinges on the fact that you’ve missed...
Too long coming locked down I’m breaking out So long... Served my days, but now it’s coming around So long...
Confinement gives birth to reflection I wish I could trade ill-fated decisions My penance has earned these offenses I’m crawling my way to independence
Wait for moonlight Time the searchlights Lay in the shadows Preparing for flight
My captors are convinced that I’m pinned Down in dependence on the system that fostered An institution of thieves But I live to see The shock on their faces when my cell is empty