A rap monologue about street life and mortality, not forex trading. The speaker references the valley of the shadow of death, reflects on violence, and prays under a streetlight. No market analysis or trade setup appears in the video.
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As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I take a look at my life and realize there's nothing left. 'Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long that even my mama thinks that my mind is gone. But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it. Me be treated like a punk, you know that's unheard of. You better watch how you're talking. And where you're walking, or you and your homies might be lined in chalk. I really hate to trip, but I gotta lope. As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke. Fool, I'm the kind of G that little homies wanna be like. On my knees in the night, saying prayers in the street light.