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