[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.

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