Trenches Talk

Fork in the road by the boarded-up store

Mama said pray, but the landlord wants more

Whole block hungry, we share what we score

Dreams in a bag on the cracked tile floor

Sleep in my shoes, can’t trust that door

Eyes on the peephole, hand on the drawer

Cousin did ten, came back, wants war

I just want out, they just want gore

I came up out the trenches

Mud on my heart, still I’m climbing fences

Cold in my bones, I was hugging them benches

Now I talk pain, that’s my pension

I came up out the trenches

Smoke in my lungs, I was dodging them sentences

They wrote me off, now they crowd in my mentions

Still hear the cries in my conscience

Used to flip packs by the rusted swing set

Blood on the slide, that’s a childhood reset

Police ride slow, but they scroll like a preset

Judge ain’t God, but he play like he be that

Homie turned ghost for a roll and a ring

Another one folded, he told everything

You don’t know trust till you cut off a friend

That you love like a brother ‘cause you know how it ends

I came up out the trenches

Mud on my heart, still I’m climbing fences

Cold in my bones, I was hugging them benches

Now I talk pain, that’s my pension

I came up out the trenches

Smoke in my lungs, I was dodging them sentences

They wrote me off, now they crowd in my mentions

Still hear the cries in my conscience