My cough wakes me up, like every morning
The lungs wheeze, brother
Like a broken Mercedes engine
I get up, and my first thought is
Whether mom found my money and my high school diploma (ah)
Like a month ago my aunt
Eight hundred marks and forty things of Ganja, yeah
Vallah choa, nightmare
Since then I stash under the bed
And not on the closet anymore, cho
On an empty stomach a Marlboro goes down
Block panorama seventh floor from the balcony
Sad view and you give up your happiness
The outlook so gray and bleak that it robs you of your sight
I take the cigarette from my hand, walk into mom's bedroom
Kiss her hand and pray to Allah, as always
For forgiveness and end the prayer with an "Inshallah"
But then the voice in my head calls

"Leave the school bag, pack your hash
Don't forget your butterfly knife, you don't have one
You are abandoned and alone in Offenbach am Main
Everyone hates each other here, only I am your friend here"

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