The Vulture Songtext
von Gil Scott‐Heron

This is called The Vulture
And a lot of people think it′s a poem
And after they hear me sing it they're sure it′s a poem
But, uh
We're gonna 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
Oh, of another black man's life
Or flying through the valley
There, separating day and night

"I am death", cried the vulture
"Yes, for the people of the light"

Charon brought his raft
Then came from a sea that sails on souls
I saw the scavenger departing
Oh, taking warm hearts to the cold


He knew the ghetto was a haven
For the meanest creature ever known

In a wilderness of heartbreak
Yes and a desert of despair
Evil′s clarion of justice
Oh, shrieks a cry of naked terror

He′s taking babies from their mamas
And leaving grief beyond compare

You see the vulture coming
And he's flying circles in your mind
There′ll be no escaping
For he will follow close behind

Only promised me a battle
Yeah, a battle for your soul and mine
Your soul and mine

He's taking babies from their mamas
And he′s leaving
Leaving
Leaving
Leaving
Leaving


Thank you, that's called The Vulture