Inside a slum
There is no bump
But Traffic is awkwardly slow
But the traffic is awkwardly slow
Trench for road, throng like bees flow
Inside a slum
There is no bump
And drankards will anywhere slump
Into sleep on the trench
Into sleep on the trench
The zonked one speaks French
Inside a slum
I dare call it slum
But it is home for them
Inside a slum
Wares sold everywhere
Of live human without underwear
But it is home for them
Upgrade! Upgrade! Says the government
They start nowhere on involvement
In the slum
It no longer is a slum
There's life! It's a habitat
For human race inside a slum
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