Treanches

Yo yo check it check it this some deep shit yuh my brotha was shot

Left on the street lookin up asking god to help him but he hasn’t around

Just left there cold on the streets next day I know i told my self

Keep together but I kept thinking I’m never gonna see him agian

Praying over and over but it look like god ain’t around Im shouting

Please help me please help me but there was no one around to hear

The pain in my voice and I was saying you don’t know how it feels

Growing up in the trenches near gangs drugs guns and my brotha

Was the one there for me but know he gone