Come on baby won´t you show me what you got
I want your salvation
there´s a neighborhood called blackhawk
where all the rich people hide
I was down on my luck working for the salvation army
The shelter is where i reside
Everyday we drive into blackhawk
and we pick up the offerings
Microwave, refrigerator for the suffering
Come on baby won´t you show me what you got
I want your salvation
I can´t believe these people live like kings
Hidden estates and diamond rings
I´m a rat out on a mission
I´m in your front yard under suspicion
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Come on baby won´t you show me what you got
I want your salvation