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As I walk through the valley of one eighty-seven landNo
matter what state, what city, what townI can see
there's no place to run, no place to hideI could be in
the crosshairs of somebody, somewhereI wanna ask
why...But I ain't got time for thatI gotta keep
movin onOr be the next one to dieI walk through the
valley of no-man's landSayin peace, slappin fives and
holdin up those two fingersTo the many nine millimeter
automatic pistol toting young menthat roam everywhereI
wonder what will be the next small incidentThat will cause
one of them to pull outAnd spray bullets recklessly in
every directionWill my grandmother be on her way to the
storeFor a loaf of bread and a TV Guide at that very
momentAs I walk through the valley at nightI'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 mindsas we
reach down into our waistlinesAnd pull out the tools, the
heaters, the scrapsthe biscuits, the gatsthe jammies,
the grips with the clipsAll placed there purposely by
them"Here niggaz, sixteen shooter made specially just for
you"What goes through our minds at that momentwhen a
brother's at the other end of our barrelAbout to catch
a hot piece of steelAnd take his last breathWhat goes
through our mindsWhat's goin through our mindsAs
we walk through the valley