[Lyric] OG Keemo - Vögel English Translation (Genius English Translations)

[Part 1]
I bet the boys start to whimper
If all goes according to plan, someone will end up in Neverland today
I'll touch the nine, but if I can’t beat this giant
Then I've still got the blade in my hand as plan B
This room is frail steel
Scarred all over, it croaks and it wails
A string of numbers flickers frantically on the wall and warns me
One last time before the start, as if I had a choice, yeah
I've been making this plan for years now
I’m from corners you know, cos these pussies rap about it
I remember, look, we had to hide
But the basement smelled like piss, so we blazed on stairs
My bro was on the run from the law on the weekend
And Mondays back in class and pushing in the toilet
With backpacks full of packs
I stood outside the bathroom stall, spraying the air with Axe to mask the smell
I don't know, I think about that a lot
I enjoyed how I poisoned my head with each new misdeed
Shit was funny till it wasn't
I know guys who haven't aged since they were 17
I mean mentally
My bro's 29, he still hangs out in the trenches like he's happy
And lives by codes that his bro taught him
Whose story alone is reason enough not to do it
But we were young and had no mercy
I invited the new guy from ninth to a party of ours
My bro says he looks like he's got notes
So we waited till the four of us were alone with him (hey, give me your phone)
Shh, lights out, door closed and then there was action
Two guys held him down, the rest searched his waistcoat
All he had was an old mobile phone, so we gave it back
Then we pretended we wanted to scare him for a moment, just for fun
The next week he changed the school
I thought the boy was soft, why is it our fault?
But at that point I was already too jaded
I thought anyone who couldn't take it was a weakling
I’m supposed to, yeah, I’m supposed to know better
I was the one the kids picked after the sixth grade
I know what it's like to get into a fight over a few bad jokes
I know what it’s like to have to hide because you're ashamed of the dirty looks you get
When they catch you waiting with an empty crate at the bar around the corner from you
And you want action but you have to protect your sister
But you'd pull a fucking knife if you could (Oh, fuck off, man)
That's the kind of hate I carry to this day
I feel the blade in my hand and I’m back on mission
I'm sweating and my pulse rate is now a million
The number on the wall trembles in red
And as the five with a line turns into a six
It reminds me of the colleague who deals with bags
And how he wanted to try everything this summer
And how we both dropped out of the last year of school and then
End up with six others on the stairs at sixteen years old
And how I'm beginning to realise how bad his mental state is
And how at some point he was treated with tranquillisers
And now he only answers slowly and stammers sentences, yeah
The worst thing is, I probably had a choice
I was a clever child, my poppa bragged
And momma said I was gifted because I painted
Years later I hang out and waste my potential
And do things that go against all morality that momma gave me since I was a baby
And if she'd only known ten percent back then
I couldn't live with the shame, so I'll take it to my grave
For what do you know of treason, envy, hatred and all that stuff?
Of a prison sentence stashed in the glove compartment?
And boys who attack you in dark clothes for no reason?
Tell me, what do you know about not sleeping all night because of anxiety attacks?
About sons who fuck up their future for just a few grams?
Of fathers who left their country young twenty years ago
In the hope that we'd make a career as lawyers
While in gloves and masks we crack tanks every night
Shit, I'm sorry, damn it
With a soft sound I come out of my head back into this confessional
There's no priest, just a red eight on the wall, I'll arrive shortly
There's no turning back, I stay cramped, sweat on my hand
Depression clouds my mind
I'm not talking about being sad and about being afraid anymore
I'm talking about trauma and numbness you can't cry about
I'm distant from a lot of shit from my youth
If I'd stayed at home, we wouldn't have had a fight
Then my bro wouldn't have grabbed his knife when we nudged
And that student wouldn't be bleeding screaming from the side
Then none of them would ever have called the police
And I wouldn't have had to keep quiet when they called me as a witness
I swore after that I wouldn't have shit to do with those guys
But then a day later I was sitting with them on the same steps again, yeah
I jerk to a halt
The metal door opens, cold air kisses me softly
The lift only goes to nine, the final spurt is long
I only have to take the stairs and I'm done
It's just one more floor
I don't think I've ever had bones so soft
I feel my heart in my stomach
A resident greets me dryly from his open flat
I flee upstairs, I'm gonna puke, I ca-
[Part 2]
So this is the settlement as God sees it
I stand on the giant's head and triumph with sore hands, in the end I have defeated him after all
Now I don't care if the block loves me
For I often don't even feel nostalgia
My head and my body are not cooperating
The Colossus demands another sacrifice, that means I fly
Or fall head over heels and drop ten stories
Maybe I'll come back, maybe in the form of a letter
Addressed to a mother whose job promise didn't make her son tick with weed
Maybe I'll come back with wings or feathers
As a leader, as a big brother telling you, "Never touch the stuff!"
Maybe there's some reason you'd rather stay at home
Instead of out lookin' for a fight or climbin' into a house
I don't need a blade, I need a voice
I'll fly up, I'll die, I'll fall from the-