1999 Pt. II [English translation]

[Part]

My coughing wakes me up, like every morning

The lung whistles, brother, like a broken Mercedes motor

I get up and my first thought is

if mom possibly found my money and my cocaine

Like my aunt did a month ago

800 Mark and 40 units ganja

On god, ciao, nightmare

eversince then I keep my stuff under the bed and no longer on top of the closet, cho (boy) (oh-oh)

On an empty stomach goes a Marlboro

Block panorama, seventh floor from the balcony

Sad view and you give up on your luck

The sight so gray and dull that it robs you of your sight

I flick the cigarette out of my hand, walk into mom´s bedroom

Kiss her hand and pray to Allah as always

For forgiveness and finish up the prayer with an "Inshallah"

But then the voice in my Kafa (head) calls

[Outro]

Leave your schoolbag, take your hash

Don´t you dare forget your butterfly, you have nobody

You are abandoned and alone in Offenbach am Main

Everyone hates everyone here, only I am your friend