Standing in the ruins of another black man's life
or flying through the valley separating day and night,
“I am death!” cried the vulture,
“For the people of the light.”
Charon brought his wrath from the sea that sails on souls
and saw the scavenger departing taking warm hearts to the cold.
He knew the ghetto was a 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
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 promise me a battle
for your soul
and mine.
or flying through the valley separating day and night,
“I am death!” cried the vulture,
“For the people of the light.”
Charon brought his wrath from the sea that sails on souls
and saw the scavenger departing taking warm hearts to the cold.
He knew the ghetto was a 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
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 promise me a battle
for your soul
and mine.
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