Eventually it will be quiet 2

Yo, born in concrete, no bed, just cardboard and wind

Shoes worn through, hunger was my best child

But the street laughed, gave me pulse, gave me meaning

Every day a new round, every night adrenaline

No gangster, never the gun, never the paint on the wall

But respect through glances, because I always stood still

Begging cigarettes by day, the city lights by night

Drugs orbited like satellites, sometimes high, sometimes stoned, sometimes stoned

Women came, women went, like trains through the station

Short nights, hot kisses, no one asks about tomorrow, it's over

Fun was king, laughter loud, we savored life

Every bottle, every joint – as long as the moment was comforted

But the years creep quietly, at some point speed doesn't count anymore

The bones get heavier, the eyes tired, cold and wide

The boys from back then are stuck or lying under a rock

And I realize: The street eats you if you You'll stay a child forever, no

Someday it'll go quiet inside you, the party doesn't burn brightly forever

The needles pierce deeper, the women are looking for something that lasts

I saw the emptiness behind the shine, paid the price for every high

And decided: Brother, that's it – the boy dies, the man awakens

No farewell with drama, no last shot in the moonlight

Just a small backpack, a bus ticket, and the desire for something that lasts

The street was my teacher, hard but fair, I admit it

But now I'm going my own way – finally sober, finally true