Ashes and Rebirth / two

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

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

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

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

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.

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.