[Intro]
Ehehehe! Ehehehehe! Ehhh

[Storyville]
The subway's stopped again, drunk bums talk to them-
-selves, smells, can't breathe the oxygen
Times been hard in Midgar
You either workin for the slum Dons or workin for Shinra
The sky grey and blackened, from Mako's reactors
Waste, ain't no hazard pay in the badlands
Gate says Sector 7, more like Section 8
Just to set it straight, the struggle is day to day
Livin under tin huts, and holes in the ground
Police ain't around, Don's controllin the town
And these walls has been bad, outside is much worse
Outside is scorched earth, so happiness here
Is like finding flowers inside an abandoned church
Everybody search, but we livin with this curse
We strugglin, hustlin, scraping, scrappin
Guns, murder and drugs, kidnappin

[Chorus: Random]
It happens all the time in the slums
I'm the Don of the Slums
And you should try not to come
Cats is robbin for crumbs
You can get shot in the slums
If you not an alum
Now look what I have become, I said
It happens all the time in the slums
I'm the Don of the Slums
And you should try not to come
Cats is robbin for crumbs
You can get shot in the slums
If you not an alum
Now look what I have become, the Don of the Slums
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