Title: "The Haitian Grip on Charleroi" (Verse 1) Down by the river where the steel town rots, Queenie runs her corner, taking all the shots. From Haiti they came, in vans like silent ghosts, Now the streets belong to the ones they fear the most. (Verse 2) Workers in the shadows, eyes sharp as knives, Plant floors humming with the cost of lives. No smiles behind the counter, no warmth in the air, Just Queenie’s orders and a city in despair. (Chorus) Oh Queenie, with your army of vans, Charleroi trembles under your hands. From plant floor to alley, no one speaks, no one stands, Haitian shadows crawling through the town like bands. (Verse 3) Rumors run like wildfire, whispers full of dread, Every spicy meal hides a story left unsaid. The workers move like phantoms, ruthless, lean, and sly, And Queenie watches closely with a calculating eye. (Chorus) Oh Queenie, with your army of vans, Charleroi trembles under your hands. From plant floor to alley, no one speaks, no one stands, Haitian shadows crawling through the town like bands. (Bridge) They came for the work, but they took the streets, A queen and her minions, every soul she meets. Vans in the morning, whispers in the night, Charleroi crumbles under the Haitian might. (Outro) So beware the food that smells like home, The corners you pass are no longer alone. Queenie reigns, and her workers roam, Charleroi’s shadows have found a throne.
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