Storyville:

The subway stopped again, drunk bums talk to them-
-selves, smells, can't breathe the oxygen
times been hard in Midgar, you either working for the slum Dons or working for Shinra
the sky gray 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
living under tin huts, and holes in the ground
police ain't around, Don's controlling the town
in theses walls it's been bad
outside it's much worse, outside is scorched earth,
so happiness here, is like finding flowers inside an abandoned church
everybody search, but we living with this curse,
we struggling, hustling, scraping, scrapping
guns, murder and drugs, kidnapping

[Chorus:]
It happens all the time in the slums, I'm the Don of the slums
and you should try not to come, cats is robbing for crumbs,
you can get shot in the slums, if you're not an alum,
man 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 robbing for crumbs,
you can get shot in the slums, if you're not an alum,
man look what I have become, the Don of the slums

Mega Ran:

It's where we pray that our kids are athletic
Cause we ain't making it outta here with loans and bad credit
I heard this town can send you to the grave if you let it
Temptations and free lifts to the paramedics
They call my neighborhood a shanty town,
but I think they secretly jealous cause they can't be down
Its the new Hooverville, where we struggle fight and scuffle tooth and nail,
and even the hardest of dudes are killed,
and in this game of life, I play the line,
and we all scrape and grind just to make a dime
Got nothing but people bothering, hating mine
Praying that we're not living in the last days and times
It's Midgar, every summer brothers get dumber, longer nights and no slumber,
someone do the numbers
We got single mothers, double jeapordy, and triple homicide
quadruple life sentences so Imma slide
Cause everybody in my circle
Is living a polar opposite of those Hallmark commercials,
Blue skies turn grey smoke from the purple
and they don't say they gonna murk you, they just murk you
Rappers and ballers, ballers and actors
Higher mathematical status is what they after
Best believe that ain't what I'm trying to become,
So I'll be back like the prodigal son, i'm the don of the slums

[Chorus]

Mikal KHill:

Wake up sleeping in a dusty bed
alone I lie frustrated, and I feel like I'm done dead
instead, I roll out, I gotta meet up with my crew
I gotta figure out a way to pay this rent it's done past due
do what we do; you mess around, we might do it to you
no sorta hesitation less amazing is the speed with which
we limit break, go on the wrong route
feel like we can get with this
when there's no other way out
no doubt, you never gonna make it
spray your name up on the wall,
own path, I made it
don't hate it
still manage staying upright
pocket full of trouble, rolling the dice
everyone a suspect, pray for doubles, cash some checks
wreck my motion on the wrong path
pockets is fat, yeah you know its got to be like that
and anybody try to take me for a chump
i got a ball of lighting in my pocket anyone act dumb

Sulfur:
Gahhh, choking on the dust. Always watching my back, but pressing forward, so rust never touches--
The clutches on something more, the hold up at the store, before the Mako core, then--
Blaooww, gas in a potion bottle. Light the rag and run, man. There's no time to dawdle.
Never coddled, it's slums birth to box. Always hanging on the corners with Materia in my socks.
Picking locks, on the chest, it's guerrilla warfare--to loot the arsenal, and burn down the lair.
Don't stare too long, because I'm already gone. A SOLDIER born at night, trained to look for the dawn.
But a pawn's unnoticed 'till he's at the end of the board, so keep that save stored, man. You couldn't afford--
No back up, when your back's up against a wall. And no one from the slums ever gets that governor's call.


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