Merchants of the Valley



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

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