Like Father Like None

I'd rather hurt myself
I'd rather burn in Hell
I'd rather bid this world farewell
Before I die up in a cell

If I'm my father's son must I pay for what he's done?
A statistical rerun, I knew, knew this day would come, oh

Oh my god, where have I found myself?
They told me crime don't pay, so we ain't got much wealth
Oh my god, I can't believe I'm here
Standing in front of a judge, facing 15 years

Collecting checks while they are locking us away
Prisons for profits and you know they getting paid
Build up another place for people to decay
If we the criminals, then who the fuck are they?
Well then who the fuck are they?
I said, who the fuck are they?
Alright, who the fuck are they?
Alright, who the fuck are we?
Who the fuck are we?

You could tell me, and you could tell me
But I don't believe a thing
They say

I don't believe a thing
A thing they tell me
I don't believe a thing
A thing they tell me

As I look at my son
And think back at what I've done
Praying he fell far from the tree that they tried to hang me from
If you're gonna break the cycle
You know you can't be spiteful
Eyes on the prize as the odds we defy
This is called survival

You are entering into a world
That don't give a fuck what you think
So do what you do the way you wanted to
And remember that you are a king
Entering into a world
That don't give a fuck what I sing
But that doesn't matter 'cause you are the answer
To everything I was missing