Lirama

there's a neighborhood called blackhawk where all the rich people hide i was down on my luck workin' for the salvation army the shelter is where i reside every day we drive in to blackhawk & we pick up the offerings microwave ovens refrigerators for the suffering i can't believe these people live like kings hidden estates and diamond rings i'm a rat on a mission i'm in your front yard under suspicion come on baby won't you show me what you got i want your salvation