Trenches

I tell my drillers don't worry I've got a strong feeling we gon make it

Life's precious everyday satan's tryna take it

Demons whisper in my ear and I hate it

And my spirit is discerning you can't fake it

I find it hard to turn away from the sin that's in my face

My spirit's willing but my flesh is out of place

I gotta fast and while I do I gotta pray

Gotta persevere when I'm running my race

All the things I've seen from a youngen adolescent

Struggling to breathe you would think that it's depression

Ran away from weed but sobriety is stressing

I don't wanna leave Father God and all His blessings