(Fler)
Shit man, Silla pick up, dude...
Where is he....
(Part 1 : Silla):
Sometimes I look into the mirror and I don't recognize
myself anymore, I don't feel like a part
of society anymore, Fler.
I don't know if I will ever get out of here again, I
think you're all better off without me.
I have already made way too many mistakes up to now,
let way too many negative things into my life.
I sit at home and battle the addiction,
Sweat on my forehead, I gasp for air and would
like to reach for the bottle again, only
thinking of myself again, who do I have to prove anything to?
My Mum is strong, she never gave up, she always
enabled me to live my dream.
She always, no matter what happened, supported me
and what did I do? - I gave nothing in return-
Drunk at home, I threw up in my room and
and that I didn't give a shit makes it even worse.
I often didn't behave like a good son,
dear God tell me, how could I act like that?
When I'm at the end, my 6th sense sharpens, you
call it schizophrenic, I call it Silla instinct.
(Fler)
Man Silla dude, I know all is shit right now man, but
we'll make it through, believe me man, we'll manage!
We're not some idiots man
Man, we're from Berlin, South Berlin Maskulin, bro.
Don't hang your head and come clean, I
mean it slowly come clean!
You drink too much dude.
You only fuck yourself with it, slowly come clean Silla!
Come on bro!
(Part 2: Silla)
Fler, you know for yourself how I think about life,
I've often asked myself when this misery will end...
Am I really satisfied? Do I still have perspective?
When you always look at the stars you can fall on your face. When I try to turn bad into good,
when I try to laugh for a minute a day,
it's always then that the world breaks in two
and only for the smallest reason, it's killing me.
I remember how I was in the kitchen a little while ago
and just wreaked havoc, because I was angry.
Sometimes we do things, that are unfathomable, we
just do them, but does it make sense?
I'm so grateful that Orgi knew how to help me, that
he signed me up and allowed me to rap.
Today I don't find reason to be glad,
alcohol often drives me into this back and forth,
then I run through the rain at night and don't want to see anybody, don't want to talk to anybody either, because I feel awful,
when I'm at the end, my 6th sense sharpens, you
call it schizophrenic, I call it Silla instinct.
(Fler)
Man ey bro, but it doesn't matter how much like shit you feel, you can't just overdo it like that, you can't just fuck off bro. You're gone for days,
everyone is worried about you man, your parents, your friends, everyone! Man ey, you're really overdoing it bro. Look, thousands of kids would be happy to be in your place and what do you do? - Man, you're boozing bro, man one day you'll kick the bucket Silla,
one day you'll really kick the bucket bro come on now!!
(Part 3: Silla)
I often lose control over my own problems,
drink away the frustration from my soul,
I'm not talking about a few drinks, am not talking about a few mistakes, I'm ruining myself and my liver with it.
I have made my mother cry way too many times,
I'm ashamed of it, I know how awful I was!
You can't make that better with flowers,
I'm in therapy, trying to get back on my feet.
I down a whisky, man I'm scared of tomorrow,
but the ability to fight is born in the fight.
I did not only misbehave at parties,
Yes, it's true, I was beat up by Panik
My father kicked me out one night,
I was totally high and shredded the door.
I still can't look him in the eye, don't know where to with my thoughts, because faith is missing.
In the beginning I thought the the drinking helps me, that it builds itself up around me like a shield,
always when I'm at the end, my 6th sense sharpens, you, call it schizophrenia, I call it Silla instinct.