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 this day would come
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 well then who the f*ck are they?
Who the f*ck are we?
You could tell me, but I don't believe a thing they say
I don't believe a thing they tell me
As I look at my son and think back at what I've done
Praying that 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 f*ck 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 f*ck what I sing
But that doesn't matter because you are the answer to everything I was missing