Shyheim - Carry On lyrics
[Shyheim - Carry On lyrics]
"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
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 niggas 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?
"Is that any way for a man to carry on
Carry on carry on oh oh yeah, carry on"
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 CO 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
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 bandit's
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 niggas 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
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
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 niggas 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?
"Is that any way for a man to carry on
Carry on carry on oh oh yeah, carry on"
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 CO 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
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 bandit's
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 niggas 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