The mission never wavers, but the road starts feeling like an endless loop, like a battlefield with no finish line in sight. That’s the weight that pushed me to compile Trapped In The Trenches. It was hard to see the victories when the war was still raging. Every shot I took felt like it was fading into the void—like I was firing with no clear target, stuck in an endless fight for forward motion. My environment felt like a trench, closing in, demanding an escape.

The irony? I was still in my stride, yet I felt stuck. I always knew gratification was delayed, but at some point, I forgot what it even looked like. The days blurred, each one feeling like the same story, just on a different page. I kept myself booked by my business and busyness, moving, grinding, yet feeling like I was running in place. The hunger was still there, but desire started to feel like a distant memory.

That’s where these sounds come in. They remind me why I fight. They resonate with the hunger—guttural, relentless, growing louder by the day. Hunger breeds aggression, and aggression breeds chaos. It’s hard to keep a steady mind when you’re starving for more, when the world demands patience but your spirit demands action. These tracks don’t calm the storm—they amplify it. They add melody to the growls, rhythm to the madness. They sharpen my focus, turning rage into resolve.

If you’ve ever felt like you’re pushing forward but getting nowhere, this one’s for you. The trenches may feel endless, but survival is an art. And every warrior needs a soundtrack.