Ching Ching [English translation]

And it goes ching ching

Tell me, do you hear how the ghetto sounds

What I do, stays a ghetto thing

You'll never understand, yeah, you'll never understand

That one steals and one lowers cars, cash boxes open

And it goes ching ching

Tell me, do you hear how the ghetto sounds

What I do, stays a ghetto thing

You'll never understand, yeah, you'll never understand

That one steals and one lowers cars, cash boxes open

That one deals, that one steals ...

no sun manages it to light the streets here

go Mrs. Merkel, I go for a new beginning now

I field myself for ghettopresident (president)

I win the elections, I have the absolute majority through the fans

And they talk about the street, who of you has already been on the street?

Sniff the white death through your nose

Sunbeams do not exist, I write a track about fairness

and this will be the second part of "Gibt es dich"

(here) you'll see no laughing because nobody is delighted

And this climate forces you to dream about your homeland/home

everything here makes you se depressive, but nobody sees it

Again christmas behind bars, how the time goes by

And yeas, you grieve, your parents are disappointed

Because you regret none of your fraudulent doings

No perspective, here you already have one foot in prison

Lock closed and that is solitary confinement, good night, good night

I have the street attitudes here, street attitudes there

Tell me what can I do, cannot sleep because of the Tatü Tata

Of course, your sh*t life is already ensured

Study medicine, become a doctor over night, you s*ckers

We've had no chance, no Monakko

We only had a good time in the rain

I eat doner kebap and you truffles

And my sh*t probationer looks everyday how the tike develops

You victim get the creeps here, here the walls are gray, people on it

I make the prison-sound, I know the ropes

Sh*t on rapping, I have never been a rapper

Since my 7th year of age it was my aim: outlaw

No way out exists, it remains to be a one-way street

And I sink here, because I just sleep on quicksands

And this sh*t keeps me awake

I look at my friends, grieve, grieve boy nobody made it

Here it gets colder, colder, I am here and I freeze to death

You'll get me out of Berlin but never Berlin out of me

Cross your fingers to form a W, I never cared for the cops

And the politics fail, it's their fault if we diss them

You'll get back your pathetic display now

Since this poverty is German, it becomes more frequent

Nobody wants to see it, but we're in the middle of it

What kind of gangster rap?

Look at me, I live what I sing

The hourglass, it runs on, stop

We dream on, make more mistakes, but the worst thing, nobody here regrets

We are trapped children, the whole year long it's winter

And this state would even try to detain a couple of tear of joy

No future exists here, you are forced to deal

No work, so gambling hall, you are forced to play

And this street remains my second roof

We are criminal, you big wheel, so here's a full circle, you idiot

• Artist:Bushido
• Album:Heavy Metal Payback