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There's a neighborhood called BlackhawkWhere all the rich people hide I wasdown on my luck workin' for the Salvation ArmyThe shelter is where I resideEvery day we drive in to Blackhawk & we pick up the offerings microwave ovensrefridgerators 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 yardunder suspicionCome on baby won't you show me what you gotI want yoursalvation