So sein wie sie [English translation]

1978 – he arrived without shadow in this world

his mother had to clean, because they had not yet any money

other concerns as some people, who are blessed with money

A strong woman, who swims in problems

tears are recognisable on her cheeks

when she wants to sleep

she wanted not much: only to fill his stomach

He has abandoned her

she could not cope with it

It is easy to make a child

But try to make a child laugh

on her own she has raised him

she was there for him, she has sworn by her death

but what the boy was lacking was a firm hand

a mother can't bring things across like a father can

He did what he was up for, what was just now in his head

because he mixed with this riff-raff

then the rozzer brought him home for the first time

with 13 the first time stealing armed

One morning I woke up,

I knew very early on, I am a part of them

I wanted to be like them

No therapist, no educator could educate me in the children's home back then.

I wanted to be like them

I had blow, had weed, had trips

It was my area,

I wanted to be like them.

Mum I am sorry, you cry

and I know, you will never forgive me,

but I wanted to be like them.

To be like them; 2 years later,

15, a criminal record, quarrels with the teacher.

With 16 he was kicked out,

he started to look up to the wrong people,

he was young – give a shit on it.

Who decides already what is wrong or right?

Important to him were money and he slanged trips

slowly he was approach by the big ones

he became their mule,

so screw every wanker who goes to college

the motto: to make money quickly

criminal energy

if he has good dope, I order from him

He saw all the older ones that already had a name

Gangster which made a name for themselves and laughed about the punishment

here, that is Berlin

He as no father any more,

in relation to his little brother he feels like he was the father

empties out every store

he wanted to be like the big ones, but how can one explain something like that this state?

And the years passed by

today he does not regret one of his deeds as a child.

He approaches the late 20s

he looks for inner peace

but look, he cannot rest, because his desire calls

he was taught that

the whole life is comparable with a solitary confinement

Don't crack up, prove something to yourself

It is a flash of genius

He sees the older ones from back then

but today both are sitting here on this table

and even so he fells this bad blood

Say, what you are looking for in the Lion's den

when the instinct calls to killing

to kill to survive

If you have assets, do not talk about it

There are false friends that steal from brothers

and that is why I am always only in this Café

and that is why I am only seen here.

That is Albustan

look what happens in the ghetto

you can take me out of the ghetto

but not the ghetto out of me.