This is Kreuzberg City, don't show too much, stop
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Everywhere coyotes stop, roam, this is the ghetto
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Stay away, look, son of hand, brother does not know
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Eloğlu does not wipe his tears like your mother.
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The roads are traps, always fight, there is no other name for it
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This is Kreuzberg Kottbusser Tor, it's a different taste
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I get my Energie from the ground under the concrete
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Block with my left arm, shake with my right fist
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I shine at night to the ghetto, like a star
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Still, the cops said "Suspect!" |
says to me; |
my image is thief type
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"I'm blackhead." |
so it's a must to be a gangsta in bur
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We will tell, you listen; |
wrong ⸺ weigh the right!
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Fears are like rain, hopes are always gone
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Hard life, once you see, four walls and a flowing ceiling
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You have difficulty in breathing, the enemy is in the middle of nowhere.
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And you're stuck with mice
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Burning stove, rotating circus
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You're in the same place, I've always waited in the same place
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It was the garden where I hid as a child
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The streets are dark, the neighbors are warm
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Day and night, people are in the same trouble.
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Endless fights on those stony roads
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The guilty hide without guilt, they are viewed with discriminatory eyes.
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People pushed, maybe by force, ghettos are avoided
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Your children don't have toys, they always have a gun in their waist.
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Maybe the future is in a ruined place.
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The life I live is so hard
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I don't know my tomorrow
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Ask me if you don't believe me
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I don't want to be in Bur
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The nights are dark
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silence during the day
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It hurts love
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We imprisoned the emotions
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My neighborhood is a slum, the walls are full of holes
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Trouble, suffering, grief; |
I'm shuttled
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Happiness has recovered, towed to the villas
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Eyes on the cruise, my streets are cradles
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I watch the world intermittently
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Lever, push, push, turn the trigger
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The hours I was founded did not give that
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We are not forgiven, you know we are not forgiven
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So look at the wave, let it see its direction
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You don't try to mess, you get rapped
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You will be in trouble when you least expect it
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You can smash, Yener, where are you?
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Hard streets and streets
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Don't look back at me that much
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Your crew get shit from ghettos
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Come on old man give me five
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They won't eat you gangsta
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Cologne Arise, Cordon Sport jackets
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German Dream, we are mad in Germany
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We flew kites to our brothers in prison
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District district street Killa Cologne-Grembranx
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Street, take this job, slap you from me
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Don't ask, old man, how many people are behind us?
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Our goods are like stones in cafes and discos.
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Club brothers ate bottles, fuck it
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Hart (z) IV, save your money all over the place (yeah)
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The life I live is so hard
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I don't know my tomorrow
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Ask me if you don't believe me
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I don't want to be in Bur
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The nights are dark
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silence during the day
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It hurts love
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We imprisoned the emotions
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The life I live is so hard
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I don't know my tomorrow
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Ask me if you don't believe me
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I don't want to be in Bur
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The nights are dark
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silence during the day
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It hurts love
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We imprisoned the emotions |