pulled me out tha trenches

I thought the trenches drowed me , but. I turned it into teaching, Now every bar > i drop is righteous fire for the people reaching .He pulls me out the trenches when the pressure’s getting lethal, Pulled me out the concrete corruption, made my spirit something Righteous, regal. I’ve been wrestling with the system , every law tryna oppress me, But He snapped the whole block’s grip — raised me up so nothing stress me. I was drowning in the systematic failures, every chapter built to break me, But He tore through all their rulings, showed the system couldn’t shape me. Pain ain’t power, truth is power — that’s the difference in the fight, He took every broken piece and turned my fractures into light. I was drowning in the madness, but He broke through every layer, Turned corruption into correction , made my spirit something Righteous, greater. Pulled me out the trenches heavy , turned my pressure into lecture, Now the system fears my truth — ’cause He rebuilt me with His vector. When the struggle tries to choke me, He rebuilds me even faster, Turn my trauma into armor — that’s the Shepherd, that’s the Master. They were stacking crooked verdicts, tryna script me into disaster, But He flipped the whole agenda, turned their judgment into laughter. So when life comes swinging heavy and the weight comes crashing after, He don’t whisper me to rise — He COMMANDS me: **OUT THE TRENCHES**. And to the people still trapped in trenches, corruption, or the system’s weight: You ain’t forgotten, you ain’t forsaken, you ain’t defined by what tried to break you. Your failures ain’t your future, your pressure ain’t your prison, your pain ain’t your prophecy. Stand Righteous, stand fearless, stand unshakeable — ’Cause the same God who pulled me out the trenches is coming for **His people** to everybody still trapped in trenches, corruption, or the system’s weight: You ain’t forgotten, you ain’t forsaken, you ain’t defined by what tried to break you. Your failures ain’t your future, your pressure ain’t your prison, your pain ain’t your prophecy. Stand Righteous, stand fearless, stand unshakeable — ’Cause the same God who pulled me out the trenches is coming for his people He pulls me out the trenches when the pressure’s getting lethal, Pulled me out the concrete corruption, made my spirit something Righteous, regal. I’ve been wrestling with the system, every law tryna oppress me, But He snapped the whole block’s grip — raised me up so nothing stress me. I was drowning in the systematic failures, every chapter built to break me, But He tore through all their rulings, showed the system couldn’t shape me. Pain ain’t power, truth is power — that’s the difference in the fight, He took every broken piece and turned my fractures into light. I was drowning in the madness, but He broke through every layer, Turned corruption into correction, made my spirit something Righteous, greater. Pulled me out the trenches heavy, turned my pressure into lecture, Now the system fears my truth — ’cause He rebuilt me with His vector. When the struggle tries to choke me, He rebuilds me even faster, Turn my trauma into armor — that’s the Shepherd, that’s the Master. They were stacking crooked verdicts, tryna script me into disaster, But He flipped the whole agenda, turned their judgment into laughter.