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 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 carrion of justice
shrieks a cry of naked terror
He's taking babies from their momas
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