Maintain

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 duckinCause somebody else is buckinDon'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