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Slums
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Slums wurde am 21. März 2026 von Sqtch Industries als Teil des Albums Slums - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum21. März 2026
LabelSqtch Industries
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM109

Musikvideo

Musikvideo

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Living Dxxd
Living Dxxd
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Datmofo Mac
Datmofo Mac
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Datmofo Mac
Datmofo Mac
Executive Producer
Snow
Snow
Co-Producer

Songtexte

This the slums, where the weak don't last,
Hard knock life, gotta learn real fast.
No gold chains, just rust and scars,
We dream in smoke and sleep with bars.
Brick by brick, we build from pain,
Grew up in the gutter, soaked in rain.
No handouts, just fists and flame,
You either go numb or go insane.
Housing block's cracked like my mental state,
Tin roof thunder, hand full of hate.
Mum on the couch with a cig and a sigh,
Dad long gone, never told me why.
Boys on the block got eyes like wolves,
No schoolbooks, just blades and tools.
Learned how to move, how to watch, how to speak,
One slip-up and you're gone in a week.
Flat screen dreams, but the fridge is bare,
Centrelink letters and a blank stare.
Taught by the struggle, bred by the street,
No silver spoon, just shoes with no feet.
This the slums, where the weak don't last,
Hard knock life, gotta learn real fast.
No gold chains, just rust and scars,
We dream in smoke and sleep with bars.
Brick by brick, we build from pain,
Grew up in the gutter, soaked in rain.
No handouts, just fists and flame,
You either go numb or go insane.
Kids in the park got a plan and a pouch,
Whole life packed in a busted couch.
Cops ride past, slow roll and stare,
But they don't see the trauma in the air.
Single mums strong like steel in the fire,
But the system's rigged and the rent climbs higher.
Bottle in hand just to silence the shakes,
Another bad choice that survival makes.
I wear this life like a stitched-up coat,
Each tear a story, each scar a quote.
Don't pity me, I ain't your show,
I'm the dirt-grown rose that refused to fold.
This the slums, where the weak don't last,
Hard knock life, gotta learn real fast.
No gold chains, just rust and scars,
We dream in smoke and sleep with bars.
Brick by brick, we build from pain,
Grew up in the gutter, soaked in rain.
No handouts, just fists and flame,
You either go numb or go insane.
Written by: Datmofo Mac
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