Your Soul and Mine - Gil Scott-Heron

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