a walk thru the valley

as i walk through the valley of one eighty-seven land

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