Standing in the ruins

Of another Black man's life,

or flying through the valley

He's separating day and night.

"I am death," cried the Vulture.

"For the people of the light."

Charon brought his raft

from the sea that sails on souls,

And saw the scavenger departing,

taking warm hearts to the cold.

He knew the ghetto was the haven

for the meanest creature ever known.

In a wilderness of heartbreak

and a desert of despair,

Evil's clarion of justice

shrieks a cry of naked terror.

Taking babies from their mamas

and leaving grief beyond compare.

So if you see the Vulture coming,

flying circles in your mind,

Remember there is no escaping

for he will follow close behind.

Only promised me a battle,

battle for your soul and mine.

He taking babies from their mamas

And he's leaving

Leaving

Leaving

Leaving

Leaving