Stalking down the block
In black hoods hiding stock
In and on corners, through car windows
Making secret exchange
Souls sold with every arrangement
Sell outs posing as business men
Flamboyances blinking from their stealing spent
Embracing a false dream, false security, no integrity
Merchants of the valley
It is time to pay your dues
Merchants of the valley
It is time to change your shoes
You have wondered down dark crooked paths
Causing hopeless men to foolishly follow into wading baths of sorrow
While you pack your pockets and laugh
You rob and steal from those who have to borrow
Merchants of the valley
Too blind to see the beggars pain
Opened wide only to peddled ill gotten gain
Polluting corners of blocks
Spreading mildew from rocks
That rots life from the living
Sucking and taking like leaches, never giving
Merchants of the valley
Inner core rotting like leapers sores
The stench of your heart scores
A nil
You are emptier than the ones you steal
From
You are more lost than the souls you condemn
From freedom
Merchants of the valley
Medicine men making sick ones of the well
Drinking from Mary Jane’s cracked ink well
Dying a slow death
Slowly dying
Death swallowing the crying
Merchants of the valley
Hard money earns hard time
Hard ways walk long sentenced miles
Fast life on the block might leave you
Facedown Ice cold on that same block
Toe tagged
In a body bag
All the junk you spat is now gagged
Merchants of fleas spreading disease
It is time to say grace
It is time to say mercy please
It is time to repent of your sins, call out to god and pray
For god is not blind, He is not asleep
his justice will not delay
A record of your acts his angels keep
If you today repent of your evil ways
He will wipe that slate and cast it all away
In the sea of the forgotten
But it is up to you to choose your slot in
Which to fit
Heavens legally northward bound
Hells legitimate, to be southern ground
There is only one way
He is it
There is only one life
He is it
There is only one truth
He is it
You got to go through Jesus
Heaven has no back doors
No side windows of compromise
No garages full of lies
He is the gate to eternal life
He is the path out of strife
You got to go through Jesus
He is the only way
He is on your block
This word has you in a corner
In the valley of decision
He has the tracks of life
Track star
Merchants of the valley
Come get a high you can’t buy
Come to the peddler of love
Come to the King Pin from above
This high will give you the munchies
You will be satisfied, but never have enough of the crunches
You will be full yet eager for more
Come quench your thirst
Come fill your hungry core
Come to the waters of life
Come to the doctor who will make you whole
Merchants of the valley
This is a call for the saving of soul