Like Father Like None by Pressure Cracks Lyrics
Ninety-five percent of offenders who will be released from prison after serving their sentences
Incarcerated for things like theft
Drug possession
And property theft
And the sixty-seven percent who will return back to prison
For a new crime
Within three years
A cycle known as recidivism
Fifty-three percent of offenders are considered nonviolent
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
The U.S. currently has 670 prisoners
Per 100,000 citizens
Seven to ten times as high as other countries
If the recent incarceration rates remain the same
1 in 15 of you will spend some time in prison
If you happen to be born a man of color
1 in 10 of you will spend time behind bars
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
Incarcerated for things like theft
Drug possession
And property theft
And the sixty-seven percent who will return back to prison
For a new crime
Within three years
A cycle known as recidivism
Fifty-three percent of offenders are considered nonviolent
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
The U.S. currently has 670 prisoners
Per 100,000 citizens
Seven to ten times as high as other countries
If the recent incarceration rates remain the same
1 in 15 of you will spend some time in prison
If you happen to be born a man of color
1 in 10 of you will spend time behind bars
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