Gil Scott-Heron

standing in the ruins of another blackmans life
or flying through the valley seperating day and night
i am death cried the vulture, for the people of light
k ron brought his rath from the 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 know
and the wilderness of heartbreak,and a desert of dispair
evils clarion of justice shrieks a cry of naked terror
taking babies from their mommas,leaving grief beyond compare
so if you see the vultures coming,flying circles in your mind
remember there is no escaping where evil follow close behind
only promise we've battled for your soul,and mine,and mine