Morray - Trenches (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Morray - Trenches (en) Lyrics
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We all experience pain
And we have our own struggles
It's all about how you come out of it
What don't kill you make you stronger
And what don't break your pockets,
make your money longer
I got love for the ghetto,
love for the hood
Love for the people that
turn the bad into good
Love for the people that think
that it could be worse
Love for the people that's putting
their family first
Love for the people that think
that shit could be worse
Breakfast in the morning, yeah
it's finger lickin' good
Bunch of laughs outside the window,
kids playing in the hood
Get dressed, step outside, and
know today is gonna be good
But I'm still on the high alert 'cause
niggas still from the hood
Everybody see the ghetto
as being a bad place
Where people run a muck, niggas
stuck in a sad state
They don't see the good times
that outweigh the bad days
In the hood we still smile to
lighten up them dark caves
Have a cookout, make the kids dance,
then we share a couple laughs
Pop a bottle, share it with my
homies, nigga fuck a glass
Bouta roll up, tell em hold up,
pass the blunt before I spazz
'Cause its five niggas smoking
on a dime bag of gas
You don't need the type
of things on TV
Everything ain't always what it seems
Everything is easier if you
believe, if you believe
Know plenty fathers at the bottom
making shit work everyday
Know plenty mothers heart
would suffer 'cause their
son just joined a gang
Know plenty brothers want to kill
a nigga that his sister dates
Sister taking care of the kids 'cause
momma high and out her brain
Yeah it's sad and it sucks but
we still find ways to make it
Or replace it if we gotta fucking
do it then we'll take it
It's the basics that we lack, that
why seem so damn impatient
People fear it, won't go near it,
but we forced to just embrace it
In the hood you gotta
find out what works
And if you get it to work,
you can still end up hurt
And what hurts, can make
you feel even worse
And what's worse, is that's
not even the worst
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