[Part 1 – The Fall]
Yo, I was on top, then I fell like concrete from the tenth floor
Benzos and coke, my head became a battlefield
Every morning a battle I'd already lost
The mirror shows the enemy I created myself
Three grams on the table, five years gone by
Mom's crying softly, I heard it through the walls, fucked up, shut down
Phone broken, but the debts keep calling
Everyone knows my name – but only the wrong ones
I was the guy who always said "get it together"
But all that was clear was that I was tearing myself apart
Friends became ghosts, the accounts went empty
And the stuff that kept me going, it fucked me up even more
[Hook]
Crawled from the ashes, with concrete in my lungs
Lost everything I once thought I owned
But I'm standing again, even if it hurts like hell
Street kid from the Ruhr area – dead, but The pulse feels good
[Part 2 – Low Point]
Three days without sleep, fourth day in jail
The cell smells like piss and my last drink
No daddy, no plan, just a mattress and shame
And the realization: I was my own worst enemy, man
Sold the last shred of dignity for a joint
Left the girl because I couldn't stand her anymore
Smashed the mirror because I couldn't stand seeing my face anymore
And still ordered again – yeah, I was just there
Not a proud gangster, just a junkie with scars
No respect left, just self-hatred in the car
But I'm telling you honestly, without filter, without glam
I'd do it again – exactly the way it came
[Hook]
Crawled from the ashes, with concrete in my lungs
Lost everything I once thought I owned
But I'm standing again, even if it hurts like hell It's good
Street kid from the Ruhr area – dead, but the pulse feels good
[Part 3 – Punchlines & Resurrection]
I've got the devil on my back, but I gave him the middle finger
Three years clean, but the coffee still tastes like poison, yo
Scars on my arm are like trophies from war
Every line says: "You asshole, you still made it – victory"
I'm no preacher, no saint, no new person
I'm still the same wanker – just without the filth
Still Ruhr area in my blood, still asphalt in my sights
But now I'm building something instead of continuing to fuck myself up
Anyone who thought I was dead is getting a kick in the face now
"Thought he was finished?" – Bitch, I'm only round two, press!
I've got death in my rearview mirror, but I'm not looking back.
I'm the kind of guy who'll yell "Fuck you" from the coffin one last time.
[Outro / final punch]
So cheers to the nights I died.
Cheers to the days when I was clear-headed again.
I'm not a role model, I'm just proof.
You can free yourself from the deepest hole –
Street kid from the Ruhr area.
Ashes on my face.
But still here.
And that's the biggest punch of all, bro.
KAIRO
