Butzbach, Adult Penitentiary
Mother, is visiting the prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

Became a drug dealer instead of a banker
Wanted and could not obey the parents
Explore where my limits are
Now I scratch lines on the walls every day
The correctional officer Stein
Takes me into the visitor's hall
Wallah, I have to cry
But I don't want to!
Mom should not think that her son is still a child
She is already in sight, I briefly go inside myself
Old times come up again vividly
We were all happy there
Then the Alemans brought Mama's treasure to jail
(Pfu) I think of Maro Anschamak
Because things went very differently for this Maroc
He worked hard and shat on drugs
Made his father proud and made something of himself

Butzbach, Adult Penitentiary
Mother is visiting the prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

Butzbach, Adult Penitentiary
Mother is visiting the prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

The green man takes me to the visitor's room
A kiss on her hand "Thank you for visiting me, Mama
For those in here, I'm nothing but a book number
Sometimes I think a curse rests on me, yimma"
A look into the angel's face
Mama has gotten old
And her beautiful hair is covered with snow
Mama don't cry, please don't worry
I look at her with pride and wipe her tears away
You know your boy, tough shell, tough core
I'm doing time with Ali from Katernberg
Screw the justice system, their faith is dead
Mom looks at me "Son, why are your eyes red?
Praying sets you free, in search of God"
Here is prison, one is high in search of stuff
Head is fucked, despite puffing
The guard comes in, visiting time is over

Butzbach, Adult Penitentiary
Mother is visiting the prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

Butzbach, Adult Penitentiary
Mother is visiting the prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

Höchst JVA, today is visiting day
Sit, because I don't snitch in pretrial detention
Father and brother are visiting
Last time the boys were already there
One hour of yard time per day
I do my rounds
DJ Nouggah, twenty-three hours
Bunker because of customers who didn't know how it goes
(Chivato) I had my blue miracle
Too late, then there's no guarantee for nothing
Today you're doing well, tomorrow you're incarcerated
Whether you're right, you only realize very late
Only when you realize that there's no turning back
Like the Macedonian with the H, who only talks about
That he'll be dealing again at the station next week
Or there, the "But I have soccer talent"
Without purpose, now he has to go away for 5 years

Butzbach, adult detention
Mother is visiting in prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

Butzbach, adult detention
Mother is visiting in prison today
I recognize her headscarf from the window
Sem'hemme yimma, your son is a gangster

It's three o'clock, I stuff a cigarette
Hear the key sound, the officer comes into the cell
Finally visiting again today
Just took a shower
Wearing my Fila suit
Wallah, despite the longing, always have to smile
So mother sees, they can't break her son here
Go into the waiting room
Waiting for my sister, my mother
Faces full of sorrow
Mother always says it's no coincidence that I'm sitting
She says: "God protects me from revenge through bullets"
Can't kiss hands, due to separation pane
But once you're gone, I kiss the ground you walk on (Daye)
Back then champagne, today lock-up
Mom tells how my friends disappoint, don't even help with the move
Rent was too high
Stop, my blood is boiling, before I freak out
Hardly in prison, people forget who you were outside
Your car rates, I paid you leeks (tzz)
It's true, out of sight, out of mind
Head messed up, after every visit in here

Ossendorf
Weiterstadt
Bochum
Aachen
Butzbach
Heimsheim
Stammheim
Stadelheim
Santa Fu
Werl
Geldern
Halle
Düsseldorf
Rheinbach
Hagen
Rohrbach

JVA to JVA, ah
Count as many bills
As you can before you sit, ah
All or nothing, ah
Azzlacks, ah

VIEW ORIGINAL LYRICS