CunninLynguists - Valley of d**h (instrumental) lyrics

Yeah...Yup! Now I've seen obscene times before this hip-hop game, came Like the cops that checked and left me a mate To a system with gingerbread minutes I overbake Put to work in the dirt for a buck and quarter a day Chopping down trees for the next prison, dismayed And separate us slaves with thirty dollars in pay The jailer got a tailor and a F-250 Standing on them dirty acres, feeling god damn filthy Minutes stand for years, s**as crawl for others Understand the biz, I suffocate 'em with covers Cause somebody gets paid, our livings are simply beginnings Like slipping the sugar in some cracker's lemonade Got my brother in Baghdad, hands crunching grenades While we hustle like house n***as, trying to buy chains Back-a**wards, for trying to buy change I'mma walk through the Valley and rally through my pain I'mma wear your confederate flag, and be a rebel Burn this witch down, Gretel with heavy metal Cancelled for pissing on the oaks and the stems The size of youth, see it scenic, like they broke in my dreams Weave it together, hoes need all the yarn you can swing From filthy farms, we learned about types of alarms we can ring Are you gon' listen? It seems the only sense you got is vision And since we shared our senses now the cents is steady slipping And since we stopped the youth from praying, sinfulness is livid And the rich don't really give a f** 'cause they don't gotta live it I see art living every day and never paid a visit To y'all the hoods a museum and we just exhibits The truth is just some digits, a means to an end By any means, ????? gon' win Since y'all won't listen, I'll use fists in place of my pens So then maybe y'all should see the end Dwell in the Valley of d**h, fell in the pits of coal Into the mountaintop, where streets are paved in gold But I know, only God can put out our flame, until then we gon' face our pain But I know, only God can put out our flame, until then we gon' stake our claim... On these Dirty Acres