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 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 high alert 'cause niggas still from the hood
Everybody see the ghetto as being a bad place
Where people run amok, 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
'Bout to roll up, tell 'em, hold up, pass the blunt before I spazz
'Cause it's 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

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 (uh)

Grew up in the ghetto, know some savages with good hearts
He smokin' on dead niggas every time that wood sparked
Remember I was fucked up, now my foreign in the hood parked
You can beat the system if you street and booksmart, checkmate
Posted on the corner, he's 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 seen my best play
I done took some losses, type of shit that make your chest ache
Wildin' with them TECs like we don't care 'bout what the ref say
In the field ballin' like the Mets, I only care 'bout what my checks say
Now I'm hoppin' on and off of jets, I'm where the Nets play
Never thought I'd make it, used to hope we'd see 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