Verse One: Masta Ase
I’m surrounded by psychopathic little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
When the shit starts it don’t end
Until somebody’s gone with the wind
And I’m tryin’ to keep a level head so instead
Of goin’ out to die I write rhymes on my bed
And little kids at the playground
Better stay down
Keep duckin’
Cause somebody else is buckin’
Don’t seem to be no relief from the beef
Only nigga round my way without the gold teeth
And the gold chain, with the whole name on my neck
Jewelries your worse enemy without a tech
I’m tryin’ to maintain, but it ain’t workin’
Niggas keep lurkin’
Through the darkness I see the Grim Reaper smirkin’
Could it be that he’s smilin’ at me
Not tryin’ to see fatal injury, injury
What must I do to avoid the pain
It seems insane, but I gotta maintain
I can feel the pressure on my brain
Feel the strain
But I gotta maintain
CHORUS:
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain
Be able to maintain
Be able to maintain
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain
Be able to, be able to
Be able to maintain
Workin’ hard may help ya maintain