The hunt is on and brother you're the prey.
Don't worry, if there is a hell below, we're all going to go.
Sisters, brothers and the whities, Blacks and the crackers, Police and their backers, They're all political actors
His hustle was wrong, his mind was his own, but the man lived alone, oh, Superfly.
If there's hell below, we're all gonna go.
Move on up towards your destination