18.Salvation
Come on baby won you show me what you got
I want your salvation
There 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 you show me what you got
I want your salvation
I can believe these people live like kings
Hidden estates and diamond rings
I a rat out on a mission
I in your front yard under suspicion
Come on baby won you show me what you got
I want your salvation
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