A Walk Thru the Valley

[Masta Ace] As I walk through the valley of one eighty-seven land No matter what state, what city, what town I can see there's no place to run, no place to hide I could be in the crosshairs of somebody, somewhere I wanna ask why... But I ain't got time for that I gotta keep movin on Or be the next one to die I walk through the valley of no-man's land Sayin peace, slappin fives and holdin up those two fingers To the many nine millimeter automatic pistol toting young men That roam everywhere I wonder what will be the next small incident That will cause one of them to pull out And spray bullets recklessly in every direction Will my grandmother be on her way to the store For a loaf of bread and a TV Guide at that very moment As I walk through the valley at night I'm thinkin, "I don't know that brother walkin across the Street in the black hoodie, so he may be a threat to me" He's thinkin, "I don't know that brother walkin across the Street in the blue hoodie, so he may be a threat to me" What's goin through out minds As we reach down into our waistlines And pull out the tools, the heaters, the scraps The biscuits, the gats The jammies, the grips with the clips All placed there purposely by them "Here niggas, sixteen shooter made specially just for you" What goes through our minds at that moment When a brother's at the other end of our barrel About to catch a hot piece of steel And take his last breath What goes through our minds What's goin through our minds As we walk through the valley