
时间:2012-01-27
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Standing in the ruins
Of another
Black man's life,or flying through the valleyseparating day and night."I am death," cried the
Vulture,"For the people of the light."
Charon brought his raftfrom the sea that sails on souls,
And saw the scavenger departing,taking warm hearts to the cold.
He knew the ghetto was the havenfor the meanest creature ever known.
In a wilderness of heartbreakand a desert of despair,
Evil's carrion of justiceshrieks a cry of naked terror.
He's taking babies from their momasand leaving grief beyond compare.
So if you see the
Vulture coming,flying circles in your mind,
Remember there is no escapingfor he will follow close behind.
Only promised me a battle,battle for your soul and mine.