[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 x2: 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 x2]



[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