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Trails

Hip-Hop/Rap

Trails was released on June 27, 2025 by esosamadeit as a part of the album Reactions - EP

Song Details

AlbumReactions - EP

Release DateJune 27, 2025

Labelesosamadeit

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM65

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

esosa

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Elijah Givens

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

esosa

Producer

Lyrics

Mama prayin' every night I don't die young,

Lost my cousin to the streets, he ain't see twenty-one

Pops locked up, so I moved like a man,

Had a .38 tucked when I first hit the stand

Didn't wanna trap, but the bills too real,

Ain't no dinner on the stove, just a dream and a pill

School tried to help, but I was too far gone,

Gettin' fronted in the back lot, right off my phone

Ain't no role models, just scammers and dealers,

OGs off Henny, teachin' pain to the children

Told bro I'd make it out, I don't want this forever,

But every time I quit, somethin' pull me back better

They say God give tests, but I'm tired of the class,

Feds took T-Mac, now his name on a glass

Still duckin' indictments, runnin' from time,

Only time we see peace is when the song rewind

These trials made me cold, but I still got a soul,

Tryna turn all this pain into platinum and gold

I done lost too much just to fold for a name,

I been stuck in this fire, but I walk through the flame

They don't know the cost, they just see the result,

I was sleepin' with regrets, tryna patch up a hole

All these trials I faced, still I'm chasin' the win,

Lord, forgive me for the things I did just to live

I done slept in the whip, with a pole in my hoodie,

Brody died with his strap — that still don't make him a bully

I been duckin' that van, tryna not be a stat,

They put chalk on ambition, then they label you black

Ain't no therapists around, just a bottle and pain,

We either crash or survive — no umbrella in rain

Tired of fake handshakes and them "check-in" calls,

They disappear when you broke, then pop out when you ball

I lost count of the times I done prayed in the dark,

With my back to the wall and my faith fallin' apart

Every trial I endured put some ice in my heart,

But I never let it stop me — I just learned to play smart

Seen my dawg get hit, he was fresh outta court,

Had a bracelet on his ankle, now his face on a porch

I be movin' like a ghost when I slide through the city,

keep my circle tight — can't let no one sit with me

I ain't flexin' on nothin', I just made it through fire,

This ain't luck — I'm still breathin', that alone should inspire

No cosigns, no handouts, just pain and a mission,

Now I rap for the trenches, for the lost and the prisoned

These trials made me cold, but I still got a soul,

Tryna turn all this pain into platinum and gold

I done lost too much just to fold for a name,

I been stuck in this fire, but I walk through the flame

They don't know the cost, they just see the result,

I was sleepin' with regrets, tryna patch up a hole

All these trials I faced, still I'm chasin' the win,

Lord, forgive me for the things I did just to live

Written by: Elijah Givens

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