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