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[intro]Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerteno temere mal alguno, porque tu estas conmigotu vara y tu cayado me infunden alientoNatti: Man i seen obscene times before this hip hop game cameLike the cops that check me, left me in mateTo a system where gingerbread men are to overbakePut to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a dayChoppin down trees for the next prison that's madeAnd separate us from slaves with thirty dollars in payThe jailer got a tailor and a F-250Standin on dirty acres feelin goddamn filthyNatti stands for his, suckas crawl for othersUnderstand the biz or suffocate under coversCause somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginningsMy sweat been the sugar in some cracka's lemonadeGot my brother in baghdad, hands clenchin grenadesWhile we hustle like house niggas tryin to buy chainsBack asswards, for tryin to buy changeI'ma walk through the valley and rally through my pain niggaDeacon: I'ma wear your confederate flag and be a rebelBurn this witch down, gretel with heavy metalCancelled for pissin on our hopes and esteemSince i's a youth seen it scenic like they broke in my dreamsLetras de cancionesWeave it together, i need all the yarn you can swingFrom filthy farms we've learned about types of alarms we can ringAre you gon listen? it seems the only sense you got is visionAnd since we've shed our senses now the census steady slippinAnd since we stopped our youth from prayin senselessness is lividAnd the rich don't really give a fuck cause they don't gotta live itI see hard livin every day, you never paid a visitTo y'all the hood's a museum, in truth we just exhibitsIn truth we just some digits, a means to an endBy any means from our KY we gon winSince y'all don't want to listen, i oughtta use fists in place of my penMaybe then all this shit will sink in[outro]Dwelled in the valley of deathFell in the pits it holdsBeen to the mountain topWhere streets are paved in goldAnd i knowOnly god can put out our flame Until then we gon face our painAnd i knowOnly god can put out our flameUntil then we gon stake our claimOn these dirty acres From Letras Mania