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TRENCHES APOSTLE 1 by Sam

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TRENCHES APOSTLE 1

Afrobeat,male vocals

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🎧 INTRO (Spoken)
> "I no carry mic to entertain…
I carry scars to explain…
I be Apostle for the trenches,
Where Bible dey tear, but pain dey teach."
You see for here,
Na survival be scripture and every bar get blood.
🎶 HOOK / CHORUS
> I no hold Bible but I dey preach
Pain write verse wey pastor no fit teach
Offering na tears, collection box dey leak
I be Trenches Apostle, I dey save with beats
Dem go laugh you, mock you, block your shine
But I still dey bleed bars like say I dey sign
No suit, no pulpit, still divine
My altar na pain, my sermon na grime.
VERSE 1 — Street Born
> I no get silver spoon, I use zinc chop
Where I from, even pure water dey hot
Na basin be bathtub, bucket be fridge
And padlock dey gate, but hunger still breach
No AC breeze, just fan dey blow dust
My dream dey big pass the life I trust
Dem laugh me when I say I go blow
But now their daughter dey stream my flow
VERSE 2 — Real Ones Gone
> R.I.P to the ones wey the street collect
Their photo dey my mind, I dey still reflect
We dey share bread, now I dey share pain
Dem no live long enough to see the gain
One bullet spoil five destinies
One night wipe four memories
We no cry again, we just dey nod
Cos for trenches, na silence dey talk with God
VERSE 3 — Fake Love & Envy
> Dem clap for you, but pray make you fall
Smile dey wide, but dagger dey small
Na your own guy go link you to plot
Just because you dey blow while e dey rot
Dem no go help, but wan cut share
Your success go pain dem more than your fear
I learn say loyalty cheap for mouth
But cost price high when the storm dey out
VERSE 4 — Survival Mode
> Na gutter we rise, but we clean inside
My face rough, but I still dey guide
I dey chop insult, convert am to plan
Use disrespect build blueprint for brand
Garri and cold water still dey my taste
But now, na Uber dey chase my waist
I dey move coded, spirit dey lead
I no dey loud win, make envy no breed
VERSE 5 — Preaching to the Youth
> Small bro wan carry Glock for respect
Say music too slow to collect cheque
I say calm down, read street like book
Make you no write story wey death go hook
I be example say pain fit heal
Say street no mean say you no get skill
Use your brain, no dey rush that race
Some trophy dey come with police case
VERSE 6 — Message to Mama
> Mama, I dey try hold up my name
Your prayer dey work, even inside flame
I see vision for dream wey dey real
Say I go change lives, even from the field
You teach me say silence fit loud
Say broken boy fit still make you proud
If I ever fall, I go fall in fight
Cos I carry your faith for all my night
VERSE 7 — Final Words (The Apostle's Creed)
> I no be pastor, but I dey lead
My altar rugged, but still dey bleed
Na microphone be my anointing oil
And studio be where I dey plant this soil
I dey pray with pain, tithe with tears
Baptize beats with my ghetto years
I be Apostle from deep inside
We no wear white, but we still dey guide
🎧 FINAL HOOK / OUTRO
> I no hold Bible but I dey preach
Pain write verse wey pastor no fit teach
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