[intro]nAunque pase por el valle de sombra de muertenno temere mal alguno, porque tu estas conmigontu vara y tu cayado me infunden alientonnNatti: Man i seen obscene times before this hip hop game camenLike the cops that check me, left me in matenTo a system where gingerbread men are to overbakenPut to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a daynChoppin down trees for the next prison that's madenAnd separate us from slaves with thirty dollars in paynThe jailer got a tailor and a F-250nStandin on dirty acres feelin goddamn filthynNatti stands for his, suckas crawl for othersnUnderstand the biz or suffocate under coversnCause somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginningsnMy sweat been the sugar in some cracka's lemonadenGot my brother in baghdad, hands clenchin grenadesnWhile we hustle like house niggas tryin to buy chainsnBack asswards, for tryin to buy changenI'ma walk through the valley and rally through my pain niggannDeacon: I'ma wear your confederate flag and be a rebelnBurn this witch down, gretel with heavy metalnCancelled for pissin on our hopes and esteemnSince i's a youth seen it scenic like they broke in my dreamsnWeave it together, i need all the yarn you can swingnFrom filthy farms we've learned about types of alarms we can ringnAre you gon listen? it seems the only sense you got is visionnAnd since we've shed our senses now the census steady slippinnAnd since we stopped our youth from prayin senselessness is lividnAnd the rich don't really give a fuck cause they don't gotta live itnI see hard livin every day, you never paid a visitnTo y'all the hood's a museum, in truth we just exhibitsnIn truth we just some digits, a means to an endnBy any means from our KY we gon winnSince y'all don't want to listen, i oughtta use fists in place of my pennMaybe then all this shit will sink innn[outro]nDwelled in the valley of deathnFell in the pits it holdsnBeen to the mountain topnWhere streets are paved in goldnAnd i knownOnly god can put out our flame nUntil then we gon face our painnAnd i knownOnly god can put out our flamenUntil then we gon stake our claimnOn these dirty acres