Labyrinth (Frankie Beverly) - Masta Ace, LT

Eh yo, I got to watch my back as I travel through

Rockaway and Livonia, Picken Avenue

Belmont, New Lot, Stone and Saratoga

I just wanna slice the piece and maybe have a soda

But if I try to rock this leather and this nameplate

Like my man Nate I can meet the same fate

He in the wheelchair, knife in the spine man

My friends like: «yo come on, we’ll be fine man»

But see this black suede Puma’s with the gold stripe

Are hot of the press and yes it’s a cold night

The type of night when all coasts seem suspicious

I know we ain’t no bitches but these streets are vicious

Bus stops, alleyways and them side blocks

It’s the few spots you can wind up in a pine box

Last car of the A train, it ain’t sane

Play around, you lay around in great pain

And now the kid ensure like weight gains

Tell me why would you wanna die for a fake chain?

Shit, why you wanna die for a real one?

Cause real bullets they kill when they fly from a real gun

Man I’m a err on the side of caution

Because this stuff my moms bought was a small fortune

For this great advice you gone thank me thoroughly

Labyrinth, caught in this maze, Frankie Beverly

Fire burning

Hot all over them streets

And this world is falling

Because they don’t care about me

And we, humanity

We must fight

Fight for the sake of life

Fight for the sake of our children

Being I’m a only child and moms keeps a steady job

I stay fresh to death and yes they ready to rob

These suede Wallabees got 'em on the cheap friend

And my sheepskin same color as a wheat thin

These Cazal frames really are a rare color

But I’m not ready to die like hair color

All I want to do is impress the ladies

Cause this be the eighties and it’s wild over here brother

Walk lightly or end up in a fight see

Unless you wanna lose that there, hold it tightly

Since grade school, been fresh from the start dawg

And that makes me a target like a dartboard

So I gotta stay on point like church shoes

And the first rule’s watch out for the worst dudes

One false move and moms have to bury me

Try to make it through this maze, Frankie Beverly

Universal ghetto survivors

I first learned what a labyrinth is

In AP class with all the talented kids

This game had a ball and your goal was to get it home

And if it fell in the hole, then you did it wrong

Man, my hood be sort of the same

You can get robbed in the bus, on court or the train

Yup, I’m already stressed, please don’t worry me

Labyrinth, this here maze, Frankie Beverly

Fire burning

Hot all over them streets

And this world is falling

Because they don’t care about me

And we, humanity

We must fight

Fight for the sake of life

Fight for the sake of our children

Uh, a dollar short of having a dollar

Being broke in the hood is a curse

Hit the Ave, you know how to fix it

I know it’s bad but could have get worse

I see these kids, they might wanna jump me

But I’m not gonna show 'em I’m scared

I just know I’mma find me a way out

They gonna know I was here