The Vulture

This is called "The Vulture" And a lot of people think it's a poem And after they hear me sing it, they sure it's a poem But we gon' take a shot at it anyway Remember this is a feel-like-thing, do whatever you feel like If you feel like clapping your hands, you can do that Standing in the ruins Of another black man's life Or flying through the valley They're separating day and night "I am death" cried the Vulture "For the people of the light" Charon brought his raft And came 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 mommas And leaving grief beyond compare You see the vulture coming He's flying circles in your mind There'll be no escaping For he will follow close behind Only promised me a battle Battle for your soul and mine Your soul and mine He taking babies from their mommas And he's leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving Leaving