How I've Maintained
MC Ben
– Hip-Hop Artist
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White rapper, story telling rap artist, positive lyrics, gangsta rapp, diss artist
Retired White Louisville Battle Rapp Artist from 1989-1993. Made a small compilation of my favorite songs I've written. No fancy recording, not trying when a Grammy. But if you pay attention to the lyrics their quite deep.
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Story behind the song
How I went from drug dealer to drug addict to State Prisoner as a result of both.
Lyrics
How I’ve Maintained
Been holdin’ back for too long had to write a new song
Competitions gotten strong so you know the drama’s on
But I gotta keep it real and give it up for La’Ville
Down on 18th & Hill where I perfected this skill
Learned to hustle and deal, lock and load my steel
If I was hurtin’ for a meal somebody had to peel
A life of thug appeal came with plenty of thrills
You couldn’t tell me to chill, inebriated on pills
Smokin’ chronic that kills, all my senses that feel
Having to pay bills brought about drug deals
Didn’t matter the time I was out on the grind
Clientele form a line and the pleasures all mine
Currency had me blind that I’m committin’ a crime
Servin’ A-One prime making their heads chime
Bigger plans in mind, no more nickel and dime
A new spot that’s not hot is what I had to find
Down to my O, I know where to go
Where the competitions low with plenty of cash flow
But the dope got Whoa, it was outta control
Had to switch my M.O. from ready rock to blow
South End was the spot where I set up shop
Making money off the top workin’ round the clock
Stayed ahead of the cops when they come on the block
Paid a fiend to keep watch so the party don’t stop
Between three and four is when h*** galore
Filed thru my door, knowin’ they can score
An eight ball or more, wearing thongs dezore
Just came of tour strippin’ on dance floors
I’m laid back in the cut, checkin’ out they butt
Hater’s be like what when I’m feelin’ her up
I mack like a truck never labeled a scrub
Next to me you’z a pup, drinkin’ from safety cups
And I wanted it all, ball till I fall
Trips to the mall, my money never stalled
Gear wall to wall, I stayed on call
Got more game than Freedom Hall man you don’t wanna brawl
A new whip every day but it’s easy to persuade
With just one gram of yaa is all I’d have to pay
So I be like okay, serve’m up drive away
What more can I say, my D was Grade A
From Miami to me, cut straight off the kee
Better do it slowly so your nose does not bleed
Easy come, easy go from the money to blow
Rental cars, fine hoes, vacation condo’s
Games sold not told, I was outta control
And now I’m on hold till they give me parole
Back in the day I would need a deuce-deuce and some weed
Before I’d proceed to write some lyrics like these
But now all I see thru sobriety
Is a recovered M.C. who just has to be
Watchin’ around me, danger surrounds me
Haters down me but look where they found me
Paying for my past it went so fast
Yet may I ask how the hell did I last
How did I maintain instead of going insane
From all the damage and pain to my body and brain
The cocaine, Mary Jane and night train
The xanee’s and v’s those pills that fight pain
The L-S-D, the P-C-P
Shroom’s by the gram boiled in some tea
Crack by the G, nothing came free
Only thing left to be was a needle in me
But I didn’t cross that line, it wasn’t my time
My addiction ruled my mind I was hit from behind
Didn’t see the destruction a life of dysfunction
Now repercussions have got me discussin’
The years that I face by catching this case
They can’t be replaced but my lifes not a waste
The moments I’ve missed don’t cease to exist
While I’m making my list let me start with this
The birth of my kids, the hurt that I did
My family forgives but only time will rid
The lost trust of my girl from the lies that I hurled
She doesn’t know for sure if I’ll adjust to the world
Feelin’ I’m labeled, mentally disabled
All cards on the table, it’s no longer a fable
My nightmare became real and I remain still
In this cell like it’s hell trying to do God’s will
So stop talkin’ and listen, see what your missin’
When in that position you’ll notice conditions
Aren’t as bad as they seem if you know what I mean
Don’t be ruled by the green take a look in between
In the time that remains try to make a change
And that will explain how I’ve maintained
Written by: Ben Ambers
August 2001
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