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