Valley of Death

[Verse 1 - Natti] Now I seen obscene times before this hip-hop game came Like the cops that checked me, left me in mate To a system where Gingerbread Men are to overbake Put to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a day Choppin' down trees for the next prison that's made And separate us from slaves for thirty dollars in pay The jailer got a tailor and an F250 Standin' on Dirty Acres feelin' goddamn filthy Natti stands for his, suckers crawl for others Understand the biz, I suffocate undercovers Cause somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginnings My sweat been the sugar in some cracker's lemonade Got my brother in Baghdad, hands clenchin' grenades While we hustle like house niggas, try'na buy chains Back asswards for try'na buy change I'mma walk through the Valley and rally through my pains, nigga [Verse 2 -Deacon] I'mma wear your confederate flag and be a rebel Burn this witch down, Gretel with heavy metal Cancelled, for pissin' on our hopes and esteems Since I's a youth seen it, seen it like they broke in my dreams Weave it together, I need all the yarn you can swing From filthy farms we learned about what type alarm you can ring Are you gon' listen? It seems the only sense you got is vision And since we shed our senses now the sense is steady slippin' And since we stopped our youth from prayin' senselessness is livid And the rich don't really give a fuck cause they don't gotta live it I see hard livin' e'ryday, you never payed a visit To ya'll the 'hood's a museum, in truth we just exhibits In truth we just some digits, a means to an end By any means from our KY we gon' win Since ya'll won't listen, I oughta use fists in place of my pen So then maybe all this shit'll sink in [Hook] Dwell in the Valley of Death, fell in the pits it holds Been to the mountain top where streets are paved in gold But I know "Only God can put out our flame, until then we gon' face our pain" And I know "Only God can put out our flame Until then we gon' stake our claim, on these Dirty Acres"