Go On

[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 ain't' wanna be bothered Too busy 'nortin off heroin, use to take me up to Yonkers And stick niggas 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: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** 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: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 2X** [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: Half-A-Mill] **repeat 4X**