Red Hot Samba - Salvador

Hash, blow, crack, smack
A full blown Salvador attack.
African, bright, rough, raw
Samba pulsating through a festering sore.
Innocent children, innocent eyes
Swollen nappied bellies with knives inside.
Salvador blessing, ribbons and tat
'Welcome to our city, now gimme that'.
Swing, grind, sway, heat
Hustling cocaine, begging to a rhythmic beat.
Fast paced, hearts race
Jungle-esque living hits me square in the face.
Hips, shuffle, shake, feet
There aint no such thing as a friendly meet.
Heady, throbbing, pounding, ache
Salvador slowly grinds still and the dawn brings safe.