I remember..... Whilst doing the time I didst in prison; The strangest little thing When noone canst buyeth cigarette's none more Since the state outlawed it in prison's (Ridiculous) since people wilt still smoke anyways..... I remembered walking into the caged yard of beast's; Seeing them phening for that smell and taste of tobacco As I remember seeing one of mine old friends there From the intermediate prison before that, Matt's his name; Taketh out a little plastic bag of tobacco out of his pocket... And a white blank piece of paper, From one of the small Bible's thou canst findeth; As little Bible's in prison aren't just for God's word But also they sell for ten bucks a pop. As he rolled a cigg, so tightly and fused...... As him and all the other's Went back to the bleachers, By the prison's football field Wherein that was the spot, Everyone hid their smoking Yet, The guards didst not careth They were bringing dope in Amongst other things! To calm and ease the brute beast's...... As in that old prison I was in Thou wouldst want to calmeth thy nerves to Trust me.... Tis not a place, for the kindest of soul's as me...... As seeing them smoke those bible rolled cig's Madeth me thinkest at that moment; They just do this To feeleth human: To feeleth alive.... To feeleth free,
Whilst trapped in a cage...... As tis Being animal's in ourn cages; We were, still free, more than the rest Of society...