Slum is where the heart is,
Slum, my home, my home;
Slum is where my Ma and Pa
Had built a castle on their own.
Slum is where the warmth grows,
Slum, the flicker on a match;
Slum, is where my Brothers and Sisters
Had more than walls to patch.
Slum is where my thoughts float,
Slum, no words to speak;
Slum is where the others had left me
With a different world to seek.
Slum is where the nails rust,
Slum, when the winds and waters fight;
Slum is where the ceiling falls
With all the other slums at night.
Slum is where I come from
And slum is where I’ll stay,
When slum had been my umbilical cord
It shall also be my grave.
