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 niggaz, 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