Chords for Beanie Sigel - I Can't Go On This Way (feat. Freeway & Young Chris)

_ _ _ [C#m] Honor, trust, respect, devotion, friendship, loyalty, [G#m] karma, team, us, rock, [A] silence,
eat, _ [B] act. _ _
[C#] With no union and no benefits, no dental plans, I can't eat off no [C#m] hundred grand.
I got cavities that need filling, you can't feed a nigga peanut juice.
[G#m] Now put your feet up in a nigga's shoes, I lack a green to give a nigga blues.
A sip of purple make a nigga rude, make [F#m] a drunk person speak a silver toon.
[A] _ _ [B] _ And [C#m] do it.
We make these tips off this gift that we curse with, but then my mind drip, am I defeating a purpose?
Cause you feel like shit when you mess yourself up first shit.
But who [C#] gon' pay the bills, supply the milk, no [G#m] surplus.
My baby mama give me drama on the daily like shit, making it barely and my kids is eating
a [F#] rally map.
_ _ [A] Shit, [B] I'm stressed out but I'm doing what I can, [C#m] do it.
If you put puppies in the oven, do that make them biscuits?
Put hungry [C#] dogs in the kitchen, will they [C#m] eat the kittens?
Do you hear me or you listening?
Is it big difference?
Do you catch the lines of the hooks?
Or is you [G#m] still fishing?
These a couple questions that I need to be answering.
Like is these backwoods and weed giving me [F#m] cancer?
_ [A] Shit, [B] I'm stressed out but I'm doing what I can, [C#m] do it.
My mama say I got a nerve stress, got her waking up in cold sweats.
I'm hard headed and irony, we make it worse my little brother behind me.
Blood pressure running like Harriet, she can't [G#m] handle it.
I got her screaming Lord Jesus like to hell yeah.
Son I'm telling you please don't let me [F#m] bury you.
I'm _ [A] stressed [B] man, I'm on tour.
[C#m] I was taught trust in the law but still tied to your camel.
Use your tongue, get your sword and your books as your ammo.
But when them bullets start flying and you got pussies around you and who you [C#] rely on.
Let them niggas surround you.
[G#m] Shit, it make me feel like young Kenneth from the start.
I will see how a nigga start with a finish and begin with an [F#] ending.
_ _ [A] _ [B] I'm stressed out I can't [C#m] take no more man.
I'm moving ass backwards with no floor progress.
Feel asthmatic, like crap milk, easy jogging.
Stagnant, running in places, tragic.
My heart in the faith, I don't [G#m] practice.
I still pray a lot, forgive me for my actions.
I spit gangsta, think Muslim and act [F#m] Catholic.
_ [A] Shit, I gotta [B] still feed my youngins and supply them [C#m] pockets.
I'm trying to walk into the planes when the sun shines.
Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life.
Sucking what now?
Sweet patrol the block.
Get avoided by the government, [G#m] avoid the swat.
Can't wait the rain, turn to sunshine.
Cause I hate to spend my life, my life, my life, my life.
[F#m] Sucking what now?
[A] I feel you big [B] homie.
Yeah, you're a gunner.
[C#m] _ _ Straight from the ghetto to the ghetto.
I'm from the youngest, be the [C#] ghettoest once.
Trying to make just as much as we could.
Trying to make it but they gon' make it hard as [G#m] much as they could.
That's why I hate them and them crackers ain't nothing without paper.
They look at us as [F#m] nothing at all.
Came _ [A] _ [B] too far and I ain't going [C#m] back with nothing.
I ain't being distracted by nothing.
Mid to sides to the crib, I ain't back up from nothing.
Mom still stressing.
It ain't the kids, it's the bills stressing.
She hold it down on her [G#m] own.
She held me down at the crib.
Hold me down while I'm gone.
She held me down as a kid.
Hold me down while I'm [F#m] grown.
I _ [A] _ [B] choose not to refuse.
Not [C#m] down on my own.
Down off the streets.
Running with the hottest label in the industry.
The hottest label got a nigga lot of enemies.
So now when I go in baseline.
[C#] A nice sized ratchet to throw in [G#m] waistline.
I gotta make mine.
My bills ain't getting paid.
Kids ain't [F#] situated.
_ _ [A] _ [B] Y'all better make the decision before [C#m] us.
Cause the way that we living ain't all good.
Run away with them hatin' ass niggas don't like us.
This fight don't.
We gon' do it regardless.
But all this commotion they [G#m] causing I ain't with it.
If they can get it all it takes is a call of my dog.
To be down at the rounds gotta [F#m] admit it though.
_ [A] Someday gotta forget it though.
[B] Consequences for my son.
Gotta [C#m] forgive yourself. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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