(feat. Quintay Soul)



[Intro: Half-A-Mill]

uh yea, yo, dedicate this one

to all my dawgs and all my chicks that came

up in the struggle, yaknawmean?

In the hole, in the ghetto, poverty, yaknawmean?

word!, broken homes, no moms, no pops

abusive step-parents, ya'mean?, foster parents, go on



[Quintay Soul singing in the background througout the whole song: Go On]



[Verse 1]

I remember my younger years, lil snotty nose nigga

Peasy head whip behind the ears

My grandma placed Stevey Wonder and drunk Colt 45 beers

Cause my moms out she was neva there

Grandma sell all she did was run the streets

Shootin up drugs, what 'bout our two sons that had to eat

What 'bout my father?, he aint' wanna be bothered

Too busy 'nortin off heroin, use to take me up to Yonkers

And stick niggaz up while I was wit 'em

Then come back to Harlem, buyin grams of boy

He was sniffin, leanin back his nose drippin

One day he was so high - he forgot I was wit 'em

I was 5 when he left me in the streets

On the hump, 45th and Lennox

Imagine that, he was weak, but his son was stronger

I took the A-train to Brooklyn

First thing a lil nigga did was call Grandma

And told her what happened, she was mad as hell

Said "when she saw that motherfucker she was gonna stab 'em"

If it wasn't for Grandma Duke where will I be at?

Another dead kid in the alley eatin by street rats

Grandma was so strong told me to be stronger

Said "don't slow down for nuttin or no one just move on son

you'll livin in the world of wrong son

One day you'll be older and understand but for now just Go On son"



[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]

Go On - live your life, follow your dreams

One day your gonna see the light

Go On - young man follow your plans

Put this whole wide world in your palm of your hands



[Verse 2]

I'm from a broken home, everybody was broken home

I've been to projects black and white tv's, no phones

We use hangers for antennas, been through cold as winters

Kool-Aid and cheese sandwich for dinner, and school days was iller

I had one shoe lace in my Playboys I got off Medicaid for realer

While other kids played wit toys, I was tryin play to get paid

to change the life for this lil boy

Growin up for hard times it became part of my mind

I was tryin to see money, I was partially blind

But at times I became focused, from adolescence in teen

Cursed from birth, now I'm blessed wit cream

Hustler gettin stressed by fiends

They say my boy stronger then Meth

Dunn I play the corner wit tec's

Nobody gave it to me, I had to take my respect

Shootout couple of doors, rob a couple of stores

Keep five bundles in my draws

I'm tryin to sling mine, how you gonna sling yours

Your goin to war, for rich or poor

Gats spit for bricks of that raw, quick on the draw

So long you hittin the floor, I'mma Go On



[Chorus x2: Half-A-Mill]



[Verse 3]

The streets is callin a nigga

They tried to drop a ball on a nigga

Seems like this world is too small for a nigga

Came from a shortage of figures

Now every thought is a figures

Step in my shoes you'll prolly walk a bit quicker

I'm from quartz of malt liquor

Street corners thats sicker

Basketball courts, ghetto sports figures

Dogs that'll stick ya, brawls that'll trick ya

This world is trife, its life I see it all through the pictures

All through the scriptures

Blood n crips, thug love hugs and kisses

In a instance you'll get mugged for riches

Tucked in the ditches

layed in the dirt mud in your britches

Sumthin religious, sumthin suspicious, 100 of stitches

Its a cold world, you stuck in the Blizzard?

Went from Chuckers to Lizard

Gators to exquisites, major digits

Go On - son handle your business

Scrabblin flippin, life is a gamble

I got my hand on my winners, I'm goin on



[Chorus x4: Half-A-Mill]