[Verse 1] We touched down in KAP-hay-shun, boots on foreign sand An MP crew on mission in a dark and broken land We heard the drums at midnight, felt the energy in the air Whispers in the shadows of a deep and ancient prayer Then they moved us to the capital, where the concrete meets the heat To build a lawman's station on a Port-au-Prince street [Chorus] [Driving heavy rhythm] Oh, the weight of it is heavy, and the tropical sun is high Michael Streeter stands his ground under a bleeding sky MP bruh-SARD upon his Left arm, a heavy iron will In the land of the forgotten where the air is standing still [Verse 2] The first two days were somber, as we worked the city lines Meeting face to face with tragedy and the hardest kind of times At the city morgue we saw the cost of all the years of grief A valley of the shadow where there wasn't much relief The innocence lost in the struggle, the faces of the small No song can ever wash away the memory of it all [Verse 3] [Tempo slows, dark and tense] Out on a foot patrol we found a man tied to a tree A victim of the local code for all the world to see They said it was neighborhood justice in the middle of the night For a man who raped a little girl and wasn't going to get away No judge, no jury waiting, just a sentence in the dark Leaving justice in the city with a terrifying mark [Verse 4] [Rhythm speeds up, urgent] Then a tap-tap taxi rumbled by, people jumping on and off A little child lost his grip, we heard the engine cough The driver didn't see him fall, the accident was done A mob boiled up with steel in hand, the driver had to run They dragged him out into the dust, the tension at a height A hundred angry voices seeking vengeance in the light [Bridge] [Music stops, just a heavy heartbeat drum] I stepped into the fury, pulled my duty weapon clear Racked the slide and let the sound command the atmosphere The crowd parted like the sea, the metal caught the sun They looked into an MP's eyes and saw the work was done I grabbed the driver by his shirt, dragged him through the fray Locked him in the station house to see another day [Verse 5] Now the tropics are behind him, and the years have passed away But the ghosts of Port-au-Prince still echo in the grey He did his duty in the dirt, he kept his honor whole And bore the weight of Haiti in a soldier's heavy soul [Outro] [Fade out with steady train beat] Cité Soleil. Hold the line. Save a life. Just an old MP... Who saw it all. [End]
