[Hook]
This life is like solitary confinement, I'll only draw the gun
if the moon crashes down into my ghetto
Things go bad for everyone, no one grants anything to others
I'll draw the gun when the moon crashes down into my ghetto
[Verse 1]
I had to beg for my dole
People here murder for a violet bank note1
Here in the ghetto literally everyone plays the lottery
No one's satisfied with his 300€ netto per month
No one's a millionaire here
One million depts, so we need two millions2
Your mum pushs the pram
She's 17 years old and still a little child
Here in this prefabricated building everyone grows up without a father
Proud fathers raise the sons with a harsh fist
Everyone ends up as drug dealer
Either on the needle or 15 years behind bars
Even my brother sits for a lifetime
at a place where a human can't life
In our district there's no sunshine
You'll be overflown by worries
Everyone mourns when the sky is weeping
[Hook]
This life is like solitary confinement, I'll only draw the gun
if the moon crashes down into my ghetto
Things go bad for everyone, no one grants anything to others
I'll draw the gun when the moon crashes down into my ghetto
2x
[Verse 2]
Man, everyone's nerves are on the edge here
Even a taxi driver begs to his costumers with an empty fuel tank
Children hang out beneath bridges
I pray to god that one child will manage getting onto the bridge
My best friend was in the orphanage
Here you have no perspective if it's not mum but an educator who's screaming at you
Everyone threatens each other because he has even more pain
The asphalt explodes when the moon crashes down into my ghetto
In my district, 10 out of 10 are unemployed
9 out of 10 claim that illegal employment is profitable3
So it goes the whole life, don't you start talking 'bout rules
One against one, man, then I'll settle it4
It's like a street fight, who's afraid of the street
My hearts and soul are attached to the street
Yes, I've been to a psychotherapist
I'm scarred inside, that gangster who cries, too
[Hook]
This life is like solitary confinement, I'll only draw the gun
if the moon crashes down into my ghetto
Things go bad for everyone, no one grants anything to others
I'll draw the gun when the moon crashes down into my ghetto
2x
1. in the times of the old currency, the D-mark, the 10 DM note was violet. With the euro, the violet one is the 500€ note2. to become a millionaire3. or "is worth it"4. a pun since "Regeln" (dative plural of "rules") and "regeln" ("to settle sth.") are pronounced the same