| Standing in the ruins
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| Of another Black man’s life
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| Or flying through the valley
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| Separating day and night
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| «I am death,» cried the Vulture
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| «For the people of the light.»
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| Charon brought his raft
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| From the sea that sails on souls
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| And saw the scavenger departing
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| Taking warm hearts to the cold
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| He knew the ghetto was the haven
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| For the meanest creature ever known
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| In a wilderness of heartbreak
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| And a desert of despair
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| Evil’s carrion of justice
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| Shrieks a cry of naked terror
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| He’s taking babies from their momas
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| And leaving grief beyond compare
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| So if you see the Vulture coming
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| Flying circles in your mind
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| Remember there is no escaping
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| For he will follow close behind
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| Only promised me a battle
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| Battle for your soul and mine |