They say after the rainbow,
come the *** of gold,
But if you look on my end,
You'd see treasure being sold.

All our riches are scarce,
For a drug and firearm
Why is there much danger
If we have not caused harm?

Yesterday, my son smiled
To a rainbow in the slum,
Knowing that it hasn't left,
Because this is where it comes from.

They say after the storm
Comes the rainbow,
Leaving us hope in life
Like a guardian angel.

If we stick together
To help one another
The slum will be
Prosperous again, my brother.

At seven months, my son smile
To a rainbow in the slum,
Knowing, that it hasn't left,
Because this is where it comes from.

Peace...
Where it comes from?
Joy...
Where it comes from?
Happiness...
Where it comes from?
Unity...
Where it comes from?
Love...
Where it comes from?
A rainbow in the slum