Come on baby wont you show me what you got
I want your salvation

Theres 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 wont you show me what you got
I want your salvation

I cant believe these people live like kings
Hidden estates and diamond rings
Im a rat out on a mission
Im in your front yard under suspicion

Come on baby wont you show me what you got
I want your salvation