[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 f**ed 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 n***as 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 f** 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? [Hook 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 f** 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,d** 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 [Hook 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 b**h n***a 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 n***a'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 n***as cough up a lung But I'm really tryin' to chill, get closer to home And God forget, the fish k**, yea, I'm that real deal