Trenches (Remix)

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

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 shit could be worse

Love for the people that's putting their family first

Breakfast in the mornin', yeah it's finger lickin' good

Bunch of laughs outside the window, kids playing in the hood

Get dressed, stepped outside, know today is gonna be good

But I'm still on the high alert 'cause **** still from the hood

Everybody see the ghetto as being a bad place

Where people run amok ,**** 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, **** fuck a glass

Bouta roll up, tell em hold up, pass the blunt before I spazz

'Cause its five **** smokin' 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

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

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 shit could be worse

Love for the people that's putting their family first

Grew up in the ghetto

Know some savages with good hearts

He smokin' on dead ****

Every time that wood spark

Remember I was fucked up

Now my foreign in the hood parked

You can beat the system

If you street and book smart, checkmate

Posted on them corners

He just waitin' on his death day

They went left on the road to riches

So I thank the Lord I kept straight

They say I'm the MVP

Ain't even see my best play

I done took some losses

Type of shit that make your chest ache

Wildin' with them TEC's like we don't care bout what them refs say

NFL ballin' like the Mets

I only care bout what my checks say

Now I'm hoppin' on 'n off them jets

I'm where the Nets play

Never thought I'd make it, used to hope we seen the next day

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

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 shit could be worse

Love for the people that's putting their family first