"I Can't Go On"
 

speaks for itself, drop linesabout how sometimes u feel weak, and u wanna give up etc.

ayo ayo
Lately i feel i jus cant continue, with this hate achin ya mind, within u, its like glues holdin u back, u cant rap a track, and u feelin real wack, but it aint that, complextity and curious thoughts sweep thru ya minds, lyrics expressed but droppin hot lines, front cover on tha New York Times, droppin dimes, i gotta quit commitin crimes, cops keep bustin me, for shit, like im nothin, but shit, hatas run up and ya niggaz in jail / awaitin his bail...u cant go on cuz u feelin stressed, ya head s a damn mess, lemme end this damn test.

i was in a shootout/ when my leg got blew out/ bad time bad place/ even worse i had a gun in ma face/ well i snatched the gun and grabbed the nearest thing i could/ like Eminem i was about to say goodbye to hollywood/but i couldn't couldn't give up now/ i thought i couldnt till i heard another gun blow/ now i got a hole in my arm/ i can neva hold a mic again/ i hope god forgives me for my sin's/ now i'll neva be able to say bye to tha wife and kid's/damn i can't let it happen like this/ yell to ma nig's ta help a kid/ they do jus like true friends

had to edit frgot to write true friends at the end

In the hospital hall in a row full of chairs/
Sits me yelling at God screaming "Its Not Fair!!"/
Why U Have To Take The Love Of My Life,So Suddenlly In My Arms/
U Knew Revenge I Would Seek On Her Murderer,So Now Enemy's Blood On My Palms/
U Made Me Watch Her Die,SeeThe Pain She Allways Feared I Would Suffer/
Bullet Wounds Pentraded From Her Back Left Two Holes in Her Stomach/
I Tried To Hold Her Tight And Wish That Some How We Could Switch Places/
Fear In Our Faces And The Fact That We Would Have To Meet In Differ Places/
FUCK,She Was My Love My Pride Honor Soul And My Strengh/
Now For This Rest Of My Life Im Gonna Always Myself WHAT IF/
God Why You Decied To Put This On Me,And Expcet Me To Live On/
But I Have To Face That The Truth Remains That SHE"S GONE

I cant take it anymore im fallin shakin on the floor/ my hearts achin and im poor/ man wheres my forty four cuz im ready to bleed i left some money in my closet give it all to my seeds