Aunque pase por el valle de sombra de muerte
no temere mal alguno, porque tu estas conmigo
tu vara y tu cayado me infunden aliento

Natti: Man i seen obscene times before this hip hop game came
Like the cops that check 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 with thirty dollars in pay
The jailer got a tailor and a F-250
Standin on dirty acres feelin goddamn filthy
Natti stands for his, suckas crawl for others
Understand the biz or suffocate under covers
Cause somebody gets paid, our lemons are simply beginnings
My sweat been the sugar in some cracka's lemonade
Got my brother in baghdad, hands clenchin grenades
While we hustle like house niggas tryin to buy chains
Back asswards, for tryin to buy change
I'ma walk through the valley and rally through my pain nigga

Deacon: I'ma wear your confederate flag and be a rebel
Burn this witch down, gretel with heavy metal
Cancelled for pissin on our hopes and esteem
Since i's a youth seen it scenic like they broke in my dreams
Weave it together, i need all the yarn you can swing
From filthy farms we've learned about types of alarms we can ring
Are you gon listen? it seems the only sense you got is vision
And since we've shed our senses now the census 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 every day, you never paid a visit
To y'all 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 y'all don't want to listen, i oughtta use fists in place of my pen
Maybe then all this shit will sink in

Dwelled in the valley of death
Fell in the pits it holds
Been to the mountain top
Where streets are paved in gold
And 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

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Valley of Death song meanings
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    General Commentfists in place of my PEN, not win.
    elsobrantefortnighton February 12, 2008   Link
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    General CommentDeacon: I loved having people from my family sing on a track.

    Kno: This beat was specifically made for Jay-Z; parts of the hook intact, after our pedagogue and good friend Kevin Mitchell (used to manage Nappy Roots and now manages Bobby Creekwater) told us Jay needed tracks. He didn’t use it obviously, and then it made it into Nas’ A&R’s hands. He liked it, but it sat for a long while. Lil’ Scrappy wanted to buy it around the same timeframe we produced "Sometimes" for him. That didn’t pan out either, so we ended up keeping it.
    maffy06on June 15, 2008   Link

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