Verse one: masta ase
Im surrounded, by psychopathic, little fellas
Ghetto dwellas
With ammunition in their cellas
And no remorse in their hearts
When the shit starts it dont end
Until somebodys gone with the wind
And Im 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
Dont 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
Im tryin to maintain, but it aint workin
Niggas keep lurkin
Through the darkness I see the grim reaper smirkin
Could it be that hes 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
Be able to maintain
Be able to maintain
Workin hard may help ya maintain
Be able to, be able to
Be able to maintain
Verse two: lord digga
Back in the days I use to do a little dirt
Now thats comin back around, and man it hurts
To see everbody gettin on
But I got to wait cause of the things I done wrong
In my life, I regret it
But the man upstairs wont let me forget it
Everytime I think of doin somethin right
Here comes a dark tunnel with no signs of a light
I got to fight to keep my head above water
Dollars are real tight, I be askin bums for quarters
I had enough of the quick cash
So I got to find a way to make the shit last
In the past I woulda just gave up
But theres more days to come, I know they bring ya good luck
So Im a keep doin what Im doin
Sippin on the brew and catchin wreck wit my crewin
I feel stuck with a lot of aches and pains
And its stressin me, but I gotta maintain
(maintain, maintain)/ I gotta maintain
(maintain, maintain)/ I gotta maintain
Chorus
Verse three:
Theres too much pressure and stress on my chest
Lifes a mess
And I feel depressed
Seems so hard to survive and stay alive
Jump in my ride and I drive, doin 95
With my system blastin
Im passin cars in the right lane, light change Im gasin
No, destination
But Im racin
With my lights on, I got my brights on
Play the right song
And the sweat beeds my five
Drive past five-o and now they givin chase
Theyll probably want to know where the fires at
Or where the drug buyers at
Fuck, my tires flat
I guess Im pullin over, to take a loss
But it wont be the loss of my life from drivin off course
God knows I need to be here to shap me sons brain
So I gotta maintain
Chorus
Chorus (fades out)
