Wasiem Taha
Born in a small town
On the ninth of November, 1982; to be exact
I have a German passport
And, like you, I had a dream too
This goes out to all the kids (all the kids)
This goes out to all the ghettos, all the blocks
All the streets; all this shit is just
Distraction and venom
But if jail protects us,
Then let’s first spend a lifetime behind bars
Until the sorrow does us in (does us in)
Look, my heart’s acting up
I love life on the street
What luck
That the bullet really hit me (really hit me)
But only God alone decides
Which day is a good day to die ¹
And that’s why I live my dream (my dream)
And if you have a dream
Then would you finally stand up
And fight for your dream
But the most are too lazy (too lazy)
I look you in the eye and know
Man, we have one and the same dream
Some stars are far away (far away)
A hundred times I was down for the count
But by the hundredth time, I’d had enough
Man, how many times have I cried (have I cried)
Man, how many times have I stood before the mirror
And just started to scream (to scream)
But I don’t have the time (the time)
I trembled every night
‘Cause the money won't be enough for groceries any more
Every line which I write (which I write)
Every page that I rip up
Adds to the reason why you cry
(2x)
This goes out to all the kids (all the kids)
This goes out to all the ghettos, all the blocks
Close your eyes and forget
The problems and the shit (and the shit)
As long as the brightly shining sun warms and kisses our bodies
You want to know how much money (how much money)
You deserve with that shit (that shit)
Before the cell door bursts
You have power - that you fuck yourself with (fuck yourself with)
But ‘sharing’ is an unfamiliar word
Lock yourself in your room and toke ²
You block your own view
No, it’s not all about Benz,
Broad arms, thick chains, mean look
Who produces Hip-Hop for the kids? ME
‘Cause I know what oppresses them
They wait eagerly for their chance
Either love or hate (or hate)
Either the street or jail (or jail)
The worst is when you’ve missed the boat ³
And you fall short of graduation
Screw up your education
Don’t put the blame on the passport
That you’re parents are fed up (are fed up)
That you’ve wasted your spending money
Fuck the Novo-Line and Schnapps ⁴
No, this life isn’t a game (isn’t a game)
‘Cause I caught a bullet
I was on the ground in Berlin
I almost bled to death on the street, Mama
My heart beats for rap, Mama
‘Til the devil conquers me
I’ve got the biggest deal of all
But for Sony BMG perhaps I was one foreigner too many
(2x)
This goes out to all the kids (all the kids)
This goes out to all the ghettos, all the blocks
Close your eyes and forget
The problems and the shit (and the shit)
As long as the brightly shining sun warms and kisses our bodies
You have paper and pen
A microphone with diamonds
And a Mac, which works magic on your voice, yeah -
You record one take (record one take) ⁵
Standing in the booth, flows great (flows great)
But only your producer claps,
Another line
You take off (take off)
They honor you in your town
‘Cause you have 40,000 clicks
You imagine you’ve made it
You’re just a rapper by trade ⁶
‘Cause you have one follower on Twitter
They comment and tag you on Facebook
But you’re more often in chat ‘cause you lack the recognition
You’ve gone astray with your ego
You are fully sex-starved for the charts
You want fame and you lose
Man, you want your ass kicked?
German Hip-Hop isn’t dead
No, it’s only down because of you
The media in Germany doesn’t have a clue
I’ve said it a hundred times,
Fuck the ratings
Which star can do without
The camera-flash frenzy and the noise?
You do a hundred thousand interviews,
But no one wants to listen to you
Who sacrifices more for music?
Puts every cent into the beats
All the pictures, all the songs, all the videos, which you love
(Massiv, Massiv, Massiv, Massiv)
(2x)
This goes out to all the kids (all the kids)
This goes out to all the ghettos, all the blocks
Close your eyes and forget
The problems and the shit (and the shit)
As long as the brightly shining sun warms and kisses our bodies