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Shyheim

Carry On

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[Intro: Shyheim, sample]"Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry oncarry on" - sample repeated throughout introMister education, I`m on my way, let`s go, uh huhAsk yourself, if you was me, yeah, carry on, but youain`t got now[Shyheim]Layin` in my cell, starin` at the ceiling, oh what a fucked up feelingThe things that I used to adore, I no longer find appealingAnd the girl I loved so much, she started exhalingWhile I was jailing, my niggaz turned the other cheekSo I stopped calling, I sensed they ain`t wanna speakI couldn`t go to sleep, no one to hug but my sheetsKept bangers for the beef, that follow me from the streetDear mama, I wrote you a letter, why you ain`t write back?Must of went right back, to the pipe and crackIf it wasn`t for grandma, I would of been hung upBut I heard her voice in my head, tellin` me to be toughI put the sheet back on the mattress, where the fuck is my matchesWhen I need a cigarette, you ain`t feelin` my pain yetSo, anybody, everybody, somebody, pleaseTell me, is this any way?[Chorus 2X: sample]"Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on carry onOh oh... yeah..., carry on"[Shyheim]Last night I couldn`t sleep, I tossed and turnedHeard hell was hot and dark, and the fire really burnsMy lawyer firm, couldn`t get this day to germSo I`m sittin` on the edge of the bed, I lit a C, I journedTook a deep inhale, blew out the smoke, like fuck it kidIt is what it is, I`mma die in jailAnd for my last million, you know the God, from the mob ate spaghettiSoon as I birthed, the C.O. jerked "Franklin, you ready?"I guess so, he like `let`s go`, my comrade next goScream "hold your head, babe bro", Yeah yeahSee you when you get there, I`mma have it crackin`For every G mackin`, in this sad fashion, we started laughingThe funny thing was, it wasn`t nothin` funnyAt the end nothing matters, the God,drugs or the moneyI`m shackled bashful, walking down the corridorChains 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 countWashed my face, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouthMy super three, blastin` ODB off the meterAnd I sip a cup of Folgers, fresh off the stingerGot my greens on, sittin` with my feet upWaitin` on the porter, to bring my feed upCuz yesterday, in the fish tank, a bitch nigga got ateAnd beat up, I`m blowin`, stick after stickBut stayin` on my water game, avoiding the dirty dickI ain`t rich, I don`t spit on no home for nigga`s chicksStay in my gangsta pose, like every move I make false, click clickYou can catch Shy in transit, with my eyes openScopin` out for my bandits, it better be more carefulLike the book written by Shannon, I never signed inGot disciplinary record, that Flex can`t even splitI`m a soldier, I thought I told yaMy rep rap in the kept, like seven up, not the sodaI stopped at Wendy`s, but it wasn`t for a burgerI`m a Clinton hub thug, and the green bloods get no loveAnd in Marcy, I really see niggaz cough up a lungBut I`m really tryin` to chill, get closer to homeAnd God forget, the fish kill, yea, I`m that real deal

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