Vultures are honest
They exist in the desert
Fly around to pick our bones
Wall street lawyers wear suits and ties
Waiting to sue us dry...
They can't fly
They only scam the innocent piggs
Ghettos growing with drugs
Thugs eat off the community trough
Cough in your face while picking our pockets the courtroom dockets billed
With derision and remiss
Snakes hiss at blood to bite your leg
Hide in the grass of the shade
Whilst the honest vulture remains...

D. Clare