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For the last three years, Griselda Blanco has owned Miami.

Ms. Blanco runs the Medellín cartel's operation in Miami,

both smuggling and distributing

extraordinary amounts of cocaine in the United States.

With the help of her top enforcer,

Rivi Ayala and his Gestapo-like security organization,

Ms. Blanco's operation has been efficient, deadly

and incredibly successful.

Despite limited resources, congressmen,

our CENTAC unit has seized drugs and money

as well as pursued several homicide investigations

against her associates.

But we're ill-equipped to compete with a criminal so clever,

that she has managed to take over much of Miami's economy.

So how do we stop her?

Detective Hawkins has located several of Ms. Blanco's stash houses.

We'd like to set up a surveillance operation on all of them

in order to expose Ms. Blanco's network, make some arrests,

hopefully turn some of her associates against her.

Why not enlist the Miami PD?

Miami PD has been compromised, sir.

Give us the resources to bring in more qualified officers

and tactical support, congressmen,

and we can stop Griselda Blanco before it's too late.

♪ When you close your eyes And go to sleep ♪

Hey, don't worry. She's still yours.

Do I look worried?

Griselda, I gotta get up early tomorrow, honey. Okay?

See ya.

What was that about with Rivi?

It's a Rivi thing.

Griselda.

I hear CENTAC was in D.C.

I heard the same.

What can I do for you, Rafa?

Someone I want you to meet.

This is John Roberts.

The one, the only... Griselda Blanco.

May I?

John's got a lot of contacts around South Florida.

I brought him in to help on the supply side.

Yeah, but what I'm really best at,

moving product.

I'm the drug that sells the drugs, baby.

Mmm. Oh, and...

Mmm.

I got a lot of really great ideas for you

about how to push your retail end too.

Johnny, baby.

I don't think you really understand what is going on here.

Let me explain it to you.

This is my fucking table.

This is my fucking town.

And the last thing I need is an asshole like you giving me ideas.

Griselda.

John is a heavy hitter.

Fabio likes him.

He also likes the money I make him.

But if you want to call and tell him

I hurt your guy's vagina, be my guest.

Let's go.

Do you have to embarrass Rafa and his friend like that?

I'd like to put a bullet in his head for Arturo.

Don't know if I wanna fuck that bitch or kill her.

Why don't you try keeping your mouth shut?

Move. Blanco boys coming through.

Bro, they know.

We don't have to rub it in their face.

Chucho, my brother's a buzzkill.

Know that word? "Buzzkill."

Buzzkill? You're the buzzkill.

Ah.

Hey, fix that.

It's fine.

My boys!

Mom.

How'd it go today?

Well...

250 owed on last week's shipment.

250 collected.

My princes.

My success is yours. They mess with you, they mess with me.

One day, everyone will know the Blanco name.

Let's get a drink.

Griselda.

It's Carter.

He wants to talk about his cut.

♪ We made it down in the dolce vita ♪

♪ Wipe all your fears away ♪

Hey. Heard those CENTAC assholes were up in D.C.

I heard that too.

How can I help you?

These are the Blanco stash house locations,

which we got, thank you very much to June.

Thank you.

Now, let's talk about how we execute the surveillance operation.

Assuming you get the money.

Yeah. We're gonna get the money, okay? The indications are very good.

Hey, hey, uh, Al, Al... Al, you were a Marine, yeah, dude?

You must have planned some recon like this.

I was just a grunt, Raul. Didn't plan shit.

Anyone seen the stapler?

Well?

Captain, did we get it?

Uh, no. Sorry, guys. This isn't about the money. There's no word on that yet.

Raul, can I get a word?

Yeah, of course.

Got it.

13A, 61, 13A, 61...

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Uh, so, IA got a tip that I was scraping cash from one of our seizures.

- Well, that's ridiculous. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah, that's what I said.

But the problem is they found the money in my bank account.

In your account?

We know who put it there.

Yeah. Griselda.

It's handy owning your own bank.

You move money wherever you want.

That, and a well-placed rumor make a good cop look bad.

But you told him that.

Right? They get that she did this.

Honestly, June?

They don't really wanna get it.

The story's already leaked to the press. I imagine by her.

Can I bum one?

So, I got Sophie's choice.

Investigation or reassignment.

I go the investigation route, could end up in jail.

I'm sorry, Raul.

Hey.

You and me both.

And CENTAC?

Uh...

Lucky to survive.

They wanna put you and Al in charge.

I'm not sure I'm ready to run point here, Raul.

Hey.

You had the congressman eating out of your hand, June.

You can do this.

"Questions remain as to how CENTAC would even move forward."

Fucking genius.

This isn't over.

We have to get to the bottom of this.

What's that?

CENTAC was in D.C.

They had intel that was gonna be used against us.

But who gave them that intel?

So you think there's a leak?

We know there is.

Question is who.

This is some of the people on our payroll.

Some have past issues with law enforcement.

Others who've bought from rival suppliers.

And others who've said something against Griselda.

Is that so?

We clean house, make sure we're sealed up.

And then Griselda...

will be walking on clouds.

Estela.

Here I am.

How are we doing with Dario's birthday party?

Good.

I've got the guest list right here.

Just get a lot of whiskey.

Of course.

What I want to know is, when's the party?

Two weeks from now.

Hmm.

See you later. Excuse me.

I want this done before the party.

Wait, that's a lot of people.

I spent too many years looking over my shoulder, Dario.

I've always been burned by these assholes. That's not happening ever again.

This way, we can enjoy your birthday party in peace.

♪ I'm going home to see my baby ♪

♪ Big sweet baby of mine ♪

♪ Been so long without my baby ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel ♪

♪ I'm plum goin' outta my mind ♪

♪ I'm leaving this town Early next mornin' ♪

♪ Big sweet baby of mine ♪

♪ It won't be long ♪

♪ Before we're together now ♪

♪ Baby and me... ♪

Don't move.

♪ I just can't go on without him ♪

Lift him up.

No, no.

♪ I need someone to love me ♪

♪ To take me by the hand ♪

♪ To lead me outta my misery ♪

♪ And tell me his still my man ♪

♪ That's why I'm going home to see my baby ♪

♪ Big sweet baby of mine ♪

♪ Been so long without my baby ♪

♪ Sometimes I feel I'm plum goin' outta my mind ♪

Eight murders in a week.

Great way to start, huh?

Okay. So, uh...

I'm thinking we go over canvases from each scene.

Just find our way in, work from there.

I don't know, Al. We've tried the usual approach.

- We're gonna need more on this one. - Okay, yeah. I get it.

She's impressive.

Three years we've been trying to stop her.

And she's living in that giant fucking house, still killing people.

And what she did to Diaz?

Fuck her.

Look, June. I know you're upset...

I am upset, Al.

But I also think that this is our problem.

We are all so impressed by a woman pulling this off

that we've turned her into this genius criminal.

Does this seem like the work of someone who's in total control?

Or scared?

That's a fair point.

Griselda had to get past assholes doubting her,

coming at her.

That doesn't go away just 'cause you win.

Fact is,

it gets worse.

What's our party line been when any Miami PD asks

where we're getting our intel?

An informant.

Which clearly got its way back to Griselda.

She's cleaning house to get rid of our informant.

But what she doesn't know is, is that there is no informant.

We got the stash houses,

'cause I broke the codes she's been using to hide these locations.

We hit one now, she'll think that our informant is still active.

This one.

In Fort Lauderdale.

She'll assume we wouldn't know about it unless we had inside intel.

That's true, June, but we hit one house, it takes the other ones off the table.

She could just change her whole system.

We might end up with nothing.

It's a risk, Al.

But she already overreacted once.

She got angry, got out of control.

So we keep that fear alive

and maybe she makes a bigger mistake.

And she gives us an opening.

Well, it's worth a shot.

♪ Let's dance ♪

♪ Put on your red shoes And dance the blues ♪

♪ Let's dance ♪

♪ To the song they're playin' On the radio... ♪

Thank you for coming to celebrate my husband.

The father of our beautiful son, Michael Corleone.

Stepfather to my Uber, Ozzy, and Dixon.

That's not all we're celebrating.

That's right.

So, then, let me start by saying a few words

in memory of our friends in law enforcement.

Miami is our city now.

Long live la reina.

- Yeah! - Queen!

Long live!

But now to why we're here.

When we got married,

I told Dario he was no longer my bodyguard

because he was now my husband.

Of course, being Dario, he didn't like that much.

I told him he was just trading the metal in his pocket

for gold in his wallet.

Yes, he loves his speedboat, his Caddie.

But I think he still misses being my tough guy.

So I thought I'd give him the best of both worlds.

Hey.

Holy shit.

For my golden gun.

Of course, I got you all presents too.

Come on.

Have an appetizer.

- There's more than plenty. - Thank you.

Whoo!

Happy birthday, my love.

Thank you. You shouldn't have.

Mm.

Let's dance.

♪ Doctor, I've got this feelin' ♪

♪ Deep inside of me ♪

♪ Deep inside of me, ow! ♪

♪ I just can't control my feet ♪

♪ When I hear the beat ♪

♪ When I hear the beat ♪

♪ Hey, Doctor Could you give me somethin' ♪

♪ To ease the pain? ♪

♪ To ease the pain ♪

♪ 'Cause if you don't help me soon ♪

♪ I'm gonna lose my brain ♪

♪ Gonna go insane ♪

♪ I just don't know, don't know ♪

♪ How I'm gonna deal with you ♪

♪ Doc, doc, doc, doc, Dr. Beat... ♪

The Godmother.

♪ Won't you help me, Dr. Beat? ♪

♪ Doc, doc, doc, doc, Dr. Beat ♪

♪ Won't you help me, Dr. Beat? ♪

♪ Doc, doc, doc, doc, Dr. Beat ♪

♪ Won't you help me, Dr. Beat? ♪

This isn't so bad.

Never dreamed I'd get this far.

Griselda.

We have a problem.

How's it possible?

We eliminated anyone who could talk.

How the fuck did they find a stash house all the way in Fort Lauderdale?

We haven't found the informant.

Or maybe they had other intel.

They're just trying to get in your head.

I'll do some digging, talk to our police contacts,

see what I can find.

Come dance with me.

Hmm? Let's go.

I'll see you down there.

Mmm.

So, we got this tiny haul of drugs and money,

but we have no clue if your psychological play even worked.

I know what I'm doing.

But you do have a plan, right?

I mean, this wasn't just you hitting her back 'cause of Diaz.

We keep her looking over her shoulder, poking her in these small ways.

She's shaky, Al. I know it.

We pull the right card, the whole house comes down.

Hopefully, not on our heads.

Jesus. You got any more questions?

June.

Any questions I have is because I'm a step behind.

Wait. Look at this.

Who's Carmen Rivera?

Oh, Marta. Oh, my God.

Griselda.

Hold on.

What's up?

How's the party? Everyone's having fun?

Rafa and I already fucked in the bathroom.

Look, no panty party.

Dario may like your wet pussy more than a gold gun.

Marta, tell me something.

You remember John talking to your cousin Fabio lately?

Have they ever met or talked in private?

What are you afraid of?

No one's gonna touch you now.

I just want to be sure.

Come to think of it,

John and Fabio did meet last week.

But... Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

It was nothing.

Look, you want to relax? I brought something for you. Yes or no?

Here. Take it.

- It's crack. - Mm.

That shit fucks me harder than Rafa ever can. That's it.

Fuck. I'm leaking and no panties.

Griselda.

Griselda.

Let's talk.

With the fuck is wrong with her?

John and Fabio met.

What if that asshole's been tipping the cops to fuck me over?

Roberts is a dick, but he's not gonna risk coming at you.

And Marta is crazy, likes to play games.

Rafa shot Arturo right in front of me.

He's always wanted to take me out of the business.

If you kill one, you'd have to do all three.

Who fucking said anything about killing?

We need to take this seriously.

I didn't hear her say anything about killing anyone.

Don't put fucking words in her mouth.

Shut the fuck up!

You're dead, motherfucker!

- You're dead, you bastard! - Stop now!

What the fuck's going on?

Look what he did to me.

Eat shit.

Get the fuck out of here now.

You said if someone comes at us, they come at you.

- Not sure this is what she meant. - Shut up!

Don't you think you've used enough tonight?

You are not my dad.

What the fuck did I tell you about using?

Are you serious?

You literally served coke as an appetizer.

I can't deal with this bullshit right now!

Let's go! Let's go!

Okay! Okay!

This whole family's a six-car fucking pileup.

What the fuck did you just say?

Great party.

What the hell are you looking at? It's a party!

Estela.

Bring the cake out now!

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy birthday, Dario ♪

♪ Happy birthday to you ♪

Thank you all so much for coming.

I'm so happy that you're here.

But now it's time to dance, right? Music!

Hey.

Can we talk?

♪ Is strong enough for two ♪

♪ And I'll do anything ♪

♪ You tell me to ♪

- Want your other present? - No.

What is it?

Look a little closer at your life.

Rivi's putting fucking ideas in your head every day.

And you know it.

You use too much, my love.

You're killing people for nothing.

Know what I'd rather have as a birthday present?

Take our boys and leave this place, away from all these people.

I'm finally on top, and you want us to leave?

Better to get out on top.

You're always questioning me.

Why do you think I do it?

I'm protecting you.

Could it be you're the informant?

Go fuck yourself.

Mrs. Blanco.

Dario can't have all the fun.

I have a little surprise for you.

Sheila, this is Griselda.

♪ And you make me feel ♪

♪ You make me feel all right ♪

This is what a queen deserves.

♪ I keep telling you baby ♪

♪ Now I know it's all right ♪

Cutie. Does this look okay?

Don't mess up my hair.

Like nothing happened.

Carmen.

Hey. I'm leaving. I gotta get up early.

Thank you for coming.

Of course.

Hey. Be careful with that pipe, okay? You know how it can get.

- Mm. - Yeah? All right.

I love you.

The fuck's her problem?

She just worries.

What's she worrying about, the fucking pipe?

Is she spying on you?

Mind your own business.

Bitch.

Go get a drink. I'll find you, okay?

Mm.

Tell Chucho to keep an eye on Carmen.

Something's up with her.

Chucho didn't come tonight. Stayed home with his kid.

He's not here?

Your house is in order, Griselda.

But how'd they find the stash house?

Had some old intel.

So I'm absolutely certain we're good.

Don't worry.

You know you're... safe.

Eh?

- I'm safe. - Yes.

Relax.

Enjoy the party.

Mom?

Can I talk to you?

Come in.

This party, it's too much.

I saw Michael Corleone using a coke straw to drink chocolate milk.

It's all in good fun, Uber.

And Dixon?

He's freaking out. Took off with his girlfriend.

Let him blow off some steam

instead of kicking the shit out of my guests.

I wonder...

where he learned to do that.

Listen to me, you ungrateful little shit.

Everything I do, I do for you and your brothers.

Dixon was behaving like an asshole, and now you are too.

Fine.

Godmother.

Carmen.

Sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. I was, um...

I was waiting for you to come home.

I'm sorry. Do I know you?

Oh, I'm June Hawkins.

- Detective June Hawkins, Miami PD. - Oh. That's right. Yeah.

Hey, no, it's okay.

Hey, look, I just wanna talk.

Thought that maybe we could help each other out.

Yeah, I don't need your help.

Well, you might.

We hit one of your boss's stash houses tonight.

Someone got careless and thought

that maybe because it was far out of town, we'd never find it.

And then we found this in the safe.

It's a lease contract with the name of the company

that the house was rented to.

City record says that you own it.

You know, renting a house that holds cash and drugs,

that's not good.

It's definitely enough to get a warrant

on that company's financials.

I wonder if that will show us how you're laundering her money.

Well, that is how you got that car and this house, right?

Carmen.

Do you like protecting someone that killed that many people?

Look, I don't care about the drugs or the money.

I care about the murders.

You talk to us, and you get a deal.

You don't...

you go away a long time.

Fuck off.

It's bullshit.

Dario.

Fireworks are about to start. Don't want you to miss it.

What's up?

You okay?

Dario...

What the fuck is this?

What the fuck is what? We're talking.

Talking?

Talking is not what this bitch does.

Griselda.

- Go fuck yourself. - What the fuck did you just say to me?!

- Listen to me. - Let go of me!

- Let go of me! Let me go! Let go! - Listen to me. Listen to me.

Move!

Fuck!

Griselda.

Give me that gun.

You motherfucker.

I was worried about some stranger stabbing me in the back

and look what you do.

We weren't doing anything. We were just talking.

What the fuck do you have to tell that bitch?

Were you complaining about how I castrate you?

- How I don't let you kill for me anymore? - Griselda, stop.

How I don't listen to you and only listen to Rivi? Poor little Dario.

You want to know what we were talking about? Do you?

How you're a terrible fucking mother. Hmm?

That's what I was talking about.

You ruined your boys and I'm not gonna let that happen to Michael.

I'm fed up. You're fucking crazy.

Bad mother.

Let's talk inside.

Lousy wife.

Calm down.

What are you doing?

What the fuck are you doing?

You're lucky it wasn't you.

You want to shoot me? You want to kill me?

Go ahead and shoot me in the back. That way you won't see my fucking face.

Hmm.

Griselda, stop. It's okay.

- Take your clothes off. - What?

Take your fucking clothes off.

All right.

Faster.

Everything.

On your knees.

Please, Griselda, don't do this. I will pay you whatever the fuck you want.

Get on all fours and start barking like a fucking dog.

Louder.

Hey!

You want me to bark? I'll bark.

You two, strip.

It's my fucking party. I want you to fuck him.

Who told you to stop?

Griselda.

What the fuck are you doing? Are you fucking crazy? Give me the gun.

Get in the fucking house. Get in the house.

Get the fuck out. Get up. Get out.

Get out! All of you, get the fuck out!

What the fuck did I just do back there, Carmen?

What the fuck was that?

Well, the pipe didn't help.

But also, that's what happens when it's you against the world, baby.

You go to kill the monster, right? The one that beat you up and put you down.

And you fight, and you fight until you forget

why the fuck you're fighting.

- Then one day, you wake up and... - The monster is you.

Yeah. And trust me, I've been there, mami.

And that's why I wanna help you the way you did for me.

Help you and the kids get out of here. Start fresh. You know what?

I've been putting some clean cash in a bank account.

We can take that money

and open some travel agencies in some other city.

And sell tickets to Puerto Vallarta.

Yeah.

Or maybe in the morning,

I'm going to wake up,

and all of this will be over.

Everything will be fine.

Um...

You want to know why I came back to the party tonight?

That lady cop approached me.

She's not stopping. She's pissed, and she's coming harder at us.

CENTAC isn't over. None of it is.

- You talked to the cop? - Calm down, Griselda. It was nothing.

Nothing? I have a rat in my organization,

and you telling me that you're talking to a fucking cop is nothing.

She offered me some bullshit deal.

She offered you a deal?

What the fuck does she have on you, Carmen?

Just speculation.

I'm gonna come talk to you tomorrow when you're sober.

You're not fucking going anywhere.

What the hell. Calm down, Griselda.

Is it you, Carmen?

- What? - Huh?

You're always fucking judging me with those sober eyes.

It's me, Carmen, I would never betray you.

- I don't fucking believe you. - No! I would never... Fuck you.

Fucking bitch. Fucking bitch!

Die! Die, you fucking bitch!

Griselda.

- Die! - Let go of her!

Fucking bitch! Fucking let go of me!

- Fucking let go of me! - Calm down! Calm down! Calm down!

What the fuck was that? Huh?

You've had enough, don't you think?

Look at me, Griselda.

Carmen is not the informant. Hmm?

It's all in your mind.

How's the party?

The party?

The party went to shit after you forced the guests to fuck at gunpoint.

What did you think was going to happen?

What was all that?

You need to trust me.

Instead, you do what? Embarrass me in front of all those people.

No.

You did it to yourself, Dario.

Soon as we found out about Michael,

you went soft.

- Hmm. - You wanted me to stop.

To just keep my territory.

I knew if I wanted to win, I needed someone like Rivi.

"Soft."

I just wanted to be a father for Michael.

Now I don't even know why I did all of this.

Why I killed those people.

Why I hurt you.

For what?

For a giant fucking walk-in closet?

We're both rotting in here.

In this beautiful house, with that fucking huge closet.

And we're rotting, my love.

I love you.

Forget all that other stuff.

Forget the informant. Forget all you had to do to get here.

Hmm?

Let's take all that money and leave with our kids. Let's start from scratch.

You have to stop all of this now.

Hmm?

Griselda, I get that the world fucked you for so long.

But not me.

Mm?

Never me.

I don't trust you anymore.

Now go.

Fuck everyone.

Want a drink?

♪ Sex toy ♪

♪ Sex toy ♪

♪ Sex toy ♪

♪ Sex toy ♪

Hey.

Fuck off, asshole.

I'd like to fuck you, baby.

What? What?

You're fucking dead, asshole!

- It's all good. Take it easy. - Yeah?

Dixon.

- There! - Dixon.

Fuck!

Step aside! Move!

- Chucho. Chucho. - Dixon, what's going on?

I need your help, man.

- What did you do? - Tell him to leave, Chucho.

No, no, no.

What?

You brought the cops? You brought the cops?

No. This asshole pinched my girl's ass and I lost my temper.

Take the gun and hide me. Say you did it.

No! Please, Chucho, don't. These people are killing you.

It's better you go back to your house.

- What? - I have a kid here. Calm down.

- No. - Go back to your house.

This is your job. You have to help me.

These people are killing you.

Tell him to leave, Chucho.

Chucho, what the fuck?

Dixon!

Fuck!

Mom.

Dixon, what happened?

I went to Chucho for help, and he hit me.

He did that to you?

Fucker was also gonna give me up to the cops.

You've got to teach him a lesson.

Get some rest.

I want you to kill Chucho.

He's the informant.

He wasn't here all night.

No doubt he's talking to that CENTAC bitch.

She approached Carmen. Probably just had more luck with Chucho.

We don't know that.

What I know is I'm having to do your job for you.

All due respect, Griselda,

my job has always been to help make you the most powerful person in Miami.

If you kill one of your own on a theory,

that's not power.

That's fear.

Fear?

He hit my son.

You know, Dario was right.

You think you can control me.

That I only listen to what you have to say.

I'm protecting you.

If one more man tells me he's protecting me,

I'm going to cut his balls off!

Tonight's taught me there aren't many people I can trust.

And you. Have you warned me about any of them? No!

That makes me not trust you.

I would never betray you, Griselda. You know that.

Stop telling me what I know!

That's exactly what makes me think you'd betray me.

Okay.

I'll do it.

Fuck!

Did you do it?

I missed him, Griselda.

So he's alive?

Thank God.

If you still doubt my loyalty,

I can make my own living.

That won't be necessary, Rivi.

Thank you.

We are learning more about...

- a child who was shot... - Good morning.

...in a senseless act of violence. Miami police said...

I said good morning.

...they responded to a call of shots being fired.

The scene is still very much active...

What is it?

...as we're only hours removed

from when the incident occurred.

Early this morning, the body of a small boy

was found on the footsteps of a local mosque.

The boy has been identified as Johnny Castro,

believed to be the son of Jesus Chucho Castro.

The two-year-old was shot three times in a drive-by shooting.

Absolutely tragic. Continuing today as law enforcement...

What happened?

...try to establish what happened to the victim...

Someone killed Chucho's son, Mom.

We go live to the scene with Chuck Wilson.

Chuck, what do you have for us?

Police found little Johnny's body on Monday wrapped in sheets.

They knew where to look because Jesus Castro had called them.

Tonight, detectives say Colombian Castro

has been on the phone again, making three calls today.

Any word on Chucho Castro?

Looks like he and the wife left town.

Hmm.

How you doing?

Other than letting everyone down?

You got to her, June, okay? They know that.

Yeah.

- And look at what it cost. - Hey.

You hit a stash house, and you tried to turn a witness. That's it.

You did not kill that child.

She did that.

Yeah.

Sergeant Hawkins?

There's someone here to see you. Says you know her.

Carmen.

What can I do for you?

That deal you offered?

I'll take it.

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Yes I feel it But I feel it in another way ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I feel the pressure that keeps us down ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Yes I feel it ♪

♪ I feel it baby But I feel it in another way ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ El Barrio is the place that's up town ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I feel I feel all the fear and the hate ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ That's where fear And hate is commonplace ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I said it Tellin' you about being hungry ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Up town, that's the place ♪

♪ That poverty abounds ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I used to love it there ♪

♪ The place where I was born ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ But somewhere there's a better place ♪

♪ When I find it, I'll be gone Gone, gone, gone, gone ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I feel it I feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Gonna search for another Another home ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Said I feel it Feel it in my bones ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Soon as I can, I'll be gone Gone, gone ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I feel it yes, I feel it ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Where poverty abounds ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ I feel it, I feel it Got to get away ♪

♪ Do you feel it? ♪

♪ Gotta get away, gotta get away Gotta get away, gotta get away ♪