[Intro: Shyheim, sample]
Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on
carry on - sample repeated throughout intro
Mister education, I`m on my way, let`s go, uh huh
Ask yourself, if you was me, yeah, carry on, but you
ain`t got now
[Shyheim]
Layin` in my cell, starin` at the ceiling, oh what a fucked up feeling
The things that I used to adore, I no longer find appealing
And the girl I loved so much, she started exhaling
While I was jailing, my niggaz turned the other cheek
So I stopped calling, I sensed they ain`t wanna speak
I couldn`t go to sleep, no one to hug but my sheets
Kept bangers for the beef, that follow me from the street
Dear mama, I wrote you a letter, why you ain`t write back?
Must of went right back, to the pipe and crack
If it wasn`t for grandma, I would of been hung up
But I heard her voice in my head, tellin` me to be tough
I put the sheet back on the mattress, where the fuck is my matches
When I need a cigarette, you ain`t feelin` my pain yet
So, anybody, everybody, somebody, please
Tell me, is this any way?
[Chorus 2X: sample]
Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on carry on
Oh oh... yeah..., carry on
[Shyheim]
Last night I couldn`t sleep, I tossed and turned
Heard hell was hot and dark, and the fire really burns
My lawyer firm, couldn`t get this day to germ
So I`m sittin` on the edge of the bed, I lit a C, I journed
Took a deep inhale, blew out the smoke, like fuck it kid
It is what it is, I`mma die in jail
And for my last million, you know the God, from the mob ate spaghetti
Soon as I birthed, the C.O. jerked Franklin, you ready?
I guess so, he like `let`s go`, my comrade next go
Scream hold your head, babe bro, Yeah yeah
See you when you get there, I`mma have it crackin`
For every G mackin`, in this sad fashion, we started laughing
The funny thing was, it wasn`t nothin` funny
At the end nothing matters, the God,drugs or the money
I`m shackled bashful, walking down the corridor
Chains draggin` on the floor, I said a prayer for all of y`all
[Chorus 2X]
[Shyheim]
Seven four pound, I`m wakin` up to a count
Washed my face, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth
My super three, blastin` ODB off the meter
And I sip a cup of Folgers, fresh off the stinger
Got my greens on, sittin` with my feet up
Waitin` on the porter, to bring my feed up
Cuz yesterday, in the fish tank, a bitch nigga got ate
And beat up, I`m blowin`, stick after stick
But stayin` on my water game, avoiding the dirty dick
I ain`t rich, I don`t spit on no home for nigga`s chicks
Stay in my gangsta pose, like every move I make false, click click
You can catch Shy in transit, with my eyes open
Scopin` out for my bandits, it better be more careful
Like the book written by Shannon, I never signed in
Got disciplinary record, that Flex can`t even split
I`m a soldier, I thought I told ya
My rep rap in the kept, like seven up, not the soda
I stopped at Wendy`s, but it wasn`t for a burger
I`m a Clinton hub thug, and the green bloods get no love
And in Marcy, I really see niggaz cough up a lung
But I`m really tryin` to chill, get closer to home
And God forget, the fish kill, yea, I`m that real deal
