In the Trenches

[Verse 1] I'm in the trenches, pocket feelin' empty, Another day, another dollar that I'm tryna hunt, Keep my eyes peeled, head on a swivel, In this concrete jungle, gotta stay alert, or get done. Always on the lookout, like a hawk in the sky, Trouble lurks in the shadows, gotta keep my guard high, Can't trust nobody, it's a snake pit of lies, Stay focused, stay sharp, or become another statistic, that's no lie. Money's tight, feel like I'm walkin' on a thin wire, One wrong move, and I'm fallin' into the fire, Can't afford no mistakes, got no safety net, So I move with precision, calculatin' my next step. They say money's the root, but it's also my pain, Can't remember the last time I wasn't feelin' strained, Tryna keep my chin up, but the weight's heavy, Grindin' day in, day out, just to stay ready. [Chorus] Head on a swivel, eyes wide open, In the city of sin, can't let my guard down, Stayin' low-key, movin' quietly, In the game of survival, I'm tryna thrive, can't be broke forever. [Verse 2] In a world full of struggle, I got my pen and my pad, Tryna write my way out, make a life that ain't so bad, Music's my escape, my way to rise above, Spittin' bars of truth, tryna earn the people's love. But it's hard to chase a dream when you're dodgin' bullets, Tryna stay alive, while they bettin' on you to fail, The streets is a battlefield, and I'm a soldier, Fightin' with my lyrics, tryna find that pot of gold. They say it's a long shot, the odds stacked against me, But I keep on pushin', refuse to let 'em defeat me, Every day I grind, hustlin' to make ends meet, Knowin' that my music might be my ticket to the peak. [Chorus] Head on a swivel, eyes wide open, In the city of sin, can't let my dreams die, Stayin' low-key, but my music loud, Gotta make it out, can't be held down, my time is now. [Bridge] They can't understand the struggle I'm facing, But I won't let it break me, no, I won't cave, My music's my weapon, my words are my armor, I'ma keep on fighting, 'til I reach that higher honor. [Verse 3] In the studio, I find my sanctuary, Laying down tracks, tryna make 'em feel my reality, Spittin' verses that resonate with the streets, Givin' voice to the struggle, tryna make ends meet. I know it's a gamble, but I'm all in, no turning back, Sacrificing sleep, just to perfect my craft, The hustle never stops, it's a 24/7 grind, But the vision of success keeps me walking that line. So, to anyone who's feelin' this story, Keep your head up, don't let the struggle control ya, We can rise above, break free from the chains, Through the power of music, we can rewrite our fate. [Chorus] Head on a swivel, eyes wide open, In the city of dreams, we gotta stay vigilant, Music's our salvation, our way to transcend, Keep pushing forward, 'til we reach that golden end. [Fade, End] {End} /image of gangster rapper/