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There´s a neighborhood called blackhwk 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 pic up the offerings Microwave, refridgerator for the suffering 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 Come on baby won´t you show me what you got I want your salvation From Letras Mania