did you really believe
that time would stop?

did you really believe
we could get away with
it?

did you really believe that
mom couldn't express the
word "sin"?

did you really believe that?

we were invisible
we were invincible

we were dreamers
we were sinners
we were brothers
who had forgotten
how to write
their own names

do you really believe
that our past would
forget about us?

you can forget our past
our past won't forget about us

do you believe in
anything my brother
my sister?

your warm heart
is the pulse of my life

the sweetest speech is when
i speak to you anna

my salvation
my destiny

the sweetest blood is
your blood anna

your warm heart
is the pulse of my life

the pulse of my life
is your warm heart

my savior
my salvation

the pulse of our lifes
are our hearts

travel with me
i will take you away

forever anna
anna forever

a: absolute love
n: neverlanddreams
n: no other woman
a: absolute love

your name is a
frame

your reflection a
painting

anna+tizzop
tizzop+anna

and this white page has become a bole
our lovenames are engraved in wood

and wood never sinks in water

repression is a matter
of trust

if they'd trust me they
wouldn't repress me

yet they don't trust
me

there is no right
life in the wrong one

...is a purple curtain

behind this curtain
is your flesh

behind your flesh
is your ego

behind your ego is the real you
we've been on a journey
like grandpa and grandmom
take me away
take me to the place of the real you

they call me a half-caste
yet i'm a whole human being

my grandpa was a black slave
my grandmom a white writer

they came together
they stayed together
unwavering love

till they died:
first grandmom who was suffering from
a writer's block
ridiculously white paper she
couldn't cope...

after she had passed away
half an hour later grandpa
took his last breath pressing
his face
against her
stiff face

after a long and full life they
joined their ancestors in death

i was thirty-seven at this
time and their only heir
i received a letter containing their
will

a black sheet
one sentence white ink
and by the handwriting i could tell
they had written the will with
two hands and one pen

what do you think the sentence was
about?

don't push my desire to
write regardless
  
if i am about to write a
poem
song
short story
novels

hand me a shovel
will you?

i need to dig now
i need to dig deeply

no stress my dear
baby-faced sweetie

imma eat you
i need you

log me in
i need...







...to be logged in

please understand my
behaviour as a sign of
rejection

no one no
one no one
no no one

is entitled to judge
me

really: no one

(except my family and
god feel me)

wuof
wauwau
wfff grr

wf wf wf wf
grr
wau grrrr wooph
gr grr grrr wau
wau




wauwf
grrr

willpower
doubts
self-esteem
insecureness
strength

a fighter fights:
day against night

that's why i want
the good in my life

that's why the game of the sun
will not harm me

dear love i need you to
fill my soul you feel me...

yours sincerely
tizzop

antwone the gang leader always
be like: imma make a call; two
minutes and they here

regardless what the issue about:  
antwone always about dat
(and they always come for sure)

me? i ain't made for that
me just tizzop
ain't belong to antwone's
brotherhood

even if i wanted to:
they wouldn't let me

dem dudes roll heavy
while i note down outsider dreams with white ink on
black pages
you feel me?

antwone's dudes addicted to
drive-by-shootings
i'm deep inside; yet no part of that;
my handz not made for glockz

my hands are made for pens;
i'm from the ghetto; who cares?
my hands are made for pens
and if i'm broke i will
write with sparkling fingers

that is for certain therefore my death will be silver
my eyes be shiny like gold then
god is always by my side

you feel me god? good cause i feel you god (HEART)

last breath: tizzop's dead body will be floating on air
because a good man does the right thing (i want to be good)
dead brotherhoodlums be munched by icy blacktop
you feel me?
eternally doomed down there without air
i won't be there  

i am from the ghetto
who cares?  
my hands are made for pens

* WRITE TO SURVIVE

females
lovers
yachts

forbidden fruit (eden)
little hole (eve)
Yahweh (tizzop)

friends
luck
yack

turn every letter around turn warriors
into choirboys allergic against weapons

turn vampires into
humans

turn around: somebody behind you
spying each letter you gotta

be better
don't turn the page NOW
the paper'd simply fly downwards into hell
with you

besides: the book of your life will end soon enough

the last game of the
sun

was meant to burn us
all

so we stayed
inside

pure so
pure purely pure

heavily addicted couldn't
stop even for an hour or
so i became a lie living a life
of lies;

me the lie gave birth to following
lies which caused a clash:
i against i

soon the addict within me wanted to
die he longed for the excellent
death

made me jump on the outer window-sill fourth
floor toying with ideas
enjoying ideas

didn't wanna live anymore
longin' for the excellent
death

yet here i am
remaining
standing

i will remain
i will be remaining
i will have remained surviving each form of
the excellent death

cause you know what???
******* death!
god already planned everything.

it's logical and more than anything else it's
love

i see you god daily in my children's
smile
and every day we look at each other for a
while

you're my reason to smile you're the reason to
laugh although i could
cry

I WON'T DIE

true inspiration is hard to
find since inspiration will
find you

don't you sleep ever again; you
could miss something

three husbands
three wifes

don't try to find 'em as
they will have found you
long before nighttime

somewhen in-between-time
yeah baby i know it's fighttime

but don't try to opppose your
destiny as you've been watched
by satellites / surveillance cams /
your friends and your aunts

they're not against you
yet none of 'em is gonna thank you
for nothin' you feel me?

believe it or don't: by the end of the
year YOU gonna say: thank you

welcome to the
you-place

tizzop is the lover of
a single mother  

years ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor

when you think of tizzop:

think of your last
déjà vu and what you
felt
think of early immigration:
the german belt

tizzop: a combination of
people lovin/people hatin'
pride of a nation yet
last letter standing in a
poem without ending

long time ago tizzop
knocked at our door
nighttime the remains of
day splattered across the floor

tizzop hungry; he asked for
food while slowly taking his hat off
to my mom; she delighted since she
saw into the eyes of a warrior acting
quite politely

then tizzop fainted and fell on
the floor obviously he was starving
mom fried some chicken

later at the table tizzop gobbled
bonez'n'skin;
the more i looked at tizzop's
traits the way he moved his
cheeks and chewed his food
i sensed that we were  
kin

nobody talked: familiar
silence filled the room

the more i looked at tizzop's
bossy smile and his
black teeth i was
reminded of something

like the déjà vu of a  
déjà vu

strong connection between
tizzop and me: he
stayed at our place and soon became

my brother
little by little mom turned him
into her lover

wanted to **** him but
didn't
**** it this poem gotz to be
hidden

dear poetry
i have to tell you
something

there's something i
need to tell you poetry:

;-)   OINK   ;-)

just wanted to say
hello... ehrm [deep sigh]

"hello poetry!"

behind a dark curtain
you're going to find
the lord of the blind

the lord of the
blind isn't able to
walk and talk

like others; well
you'll miss him when
he ain't there

who is he the
lord of the blind?

what remains if












nothing remains?

would you mind telling
me the answer to all the
questions i'm
having ?

every day
every hour
every minute

every time you
are blinking an
eye

i can't answer most
questions by myself

you feel me?

i need you to
learn what the
world is made of

you feel me?
i mean don't misunderstand
that baby

it would just be great
having somebody
answering

what's the weather
like?

what time is
it?

which date is
today?

and most importantly:

where is the
love?

will you protect our
heritage?

will you tell mom the
truth about us?

would you die for
me when they shoot at
us again?

last time nine
bullets hit me as i hustled
to save
tizzop

dear mr. president do
you know

timothy & bao
ikram & erhard
puja & timon
folami & leonardo

shannon & kavi
kenzō & shaquille
meklit & aleksej
gabriela & hugo?

they all work hard to
make a living

honor diversity america
has been a great team

four years ago a
three-year old astonished millions

twenty-seven years later
pe’tehn raighn-kem
will have become
president of the united states

may ayim
african-german
poetess
essayist

co-established the
term "black german"
decades ago

until then germans would
call a person of color a "neger"
(and too many still do so)

however one
of the most inspiring
talents
took her own life:

august 9
1996

that's it.

god bless you
may ayim

damals meinte bonez:
"ey wir sind bald stars!

und jeder aus der gruppe übernimmt
sein'n part" (he)

er hat zu mir gesagt:
"setz dich hin, schreib bars! (los)

"denn von den meisten
gangsterrappern stimmt kein satz!" (nä)


back in the days bonez
told me:

"we gonna be stars
every one of us
gonna write his part" (nä)

he told me to sit down and write
bars (aight)

cause german rappers be
phony (nä)

one hit right here
hit right here
hit right here

went through right
there

feel me?
hit up here n###a!

we really in the hood tho
we really with this ****

n###a this **** ain't for
play play this **** ain't
for fun we

really do
this **** we

really live
this life

!

son
far away

daughter
far away

stray old
buddy stray

pray think
come back

stay

ashima abraham
teenage girl
needed love
desperately

she thought the reason for her
despair might been her longing

while her longing was nothing but
normal and the origin of her
despair might been
fear

one day she met an older guy
his name **** black he a
forensic officer

investigators like him look for
traces under dead body's fingernails
stuff like that

until ashima met **** her
love was exclusively reserved to
her pitbull
his name was branko

a fearsome creature

in england they say
"get me?"

in the us we say
"feel me?"

you get what i
feel?

****, i'd die for you
****, i'd die for your
justice

get it baby

stiff dreamz

needs
wants
thoughts

you/me/you

thoughts
wants
needs

still dreamin'

come on
hand me a poem will ya

or at least a stanza i
be willing to do everything

what? then gimme a
a verse kiddo i'm sweating like
hell

not even a verse? cmon!

then...then...then...
a word baby!
please just one ****** word

or i mean frankly ahem argh
gimme letters

at least one single meaningful letter

dancing in your
soul
intruder
lover...

your stallion cause
you need what's yours

fly me from atlanta to
miami

hurry up
fast

don't make me
wait
you ain't
tizzop

do you know toni?
he a serb

do you know serbs?
you don't have to

do you wanna be
somebody else?

*****
****
coke

don't come
home

here ain't ya place
anymore

mommy forgot you
dad burned all
your pictures
dad destroyed your old
room

i hate you

besides:
got some blow?

you approached me
on my way back home

we stopped
i looked into your
eyes
i looked at the core of
your soul

you didn't hide your emotions
yeah
i wanted you badly baby
i said:

"soldiers like me need tenderness
and i will give you tenderness"

slowly you took my hand as i
was already waiting
we walked into the night

my big gun was swinging
you pressed your body against it

my name is life and i
love you

i'm the creation of
creation

please be faithful baby
please be faithful

let me take you to the
place of my soul:

deep night
palm trees
silver ocean

my name is life and i love you
baby

have a look:

the [a-ha-ha-ha] platform is packed with
commuters
dressed in
occupational colors  

the commuters are not used
to smile regularly by the end
of a long day

[a-ha-ha-ha-aaa]

therefore
have a closer look:

between the commuters you
see
loosely
some guys carrying
transparent [hr-ha-a] chunks filled with
*****

somebody asks
about the fluid

now people have a
reason to laugh

hr-ahem-hrr-ahem-hrrr-i-don't-ha-want-ha-ha-ha-that

the battle for
**** and ******

mind the need to
****

like an old poet a.k.a. copycat

hate is able to
love

hey daddy i
would like to talk to
you please

may i?
forgive me to disturb you i
know you are a genius
as well as a soldier

may i?

it took him two hours to
count the bills; would you
believe that?

hihihi

global network
brokers
state's attorneys
distributors
transnational trucking

not to mention the
containers

entrepreneurs like him
timeless my dear!

he descends from
a lineage of

cold-blooded
hawk-eyed
eager
men

quite brutish well but who
wouldn't fight for money?

you see?

moreover as far as
i'm concerned
we are talking about a well established
name here; engraved above monuments
nationwide

you mustn't worry
good people
clean reputations

don't look behind you
don't mind the reflection
don't try to feel the hole in
the back of your head

it's just your blood
it will be over

you have to die now

spanish lyrics all over the
place

placeless
mental bubble
two cities
pending

looking for love
looking for the real one
ain't no fake talk:
looking for the real one

i'd die for you
i'd die for you
for real

i swear by revenge baby
i swear by my mother's death:
it's over now

i know what he did to
you

i know about your story
i know about your worries
baby

i am going to be with
you

i am going to stay close
will never leave you
like boomerangs
you get me?

he'll never be hurting
you again

we'll be leading a
white bread life in order to
disappear

but never be gone  
never gone
baby

i know what he did to
you

you and me
female and female
male and female
male and male

are going to eliminate him
his head will bust and his giblets will splatter
against the wall

and i swear baby
because i love you so much baby

this paint will be our
luxury

**** louis vuitton what
we need is

REVENGE

feel me?
let's do it
be wit me
i'm never going to leave you i
swear by revenge
swear by the death of my mother

don't you assume i
haven't been suffering

been drinking gallons of milk against
pyrosis
ain't only *****
believe me

don't you assume i
haven't been suffering

it's our time.
now.

get me?

we're from the
south

we're coming for
you

we're giving you
the wrong address in order to hunt
you

don't you worry about it
don't you feel intimidated it's
fine being inferior
don't ya think bro?

father
violence
lyrics
skin color
surgery
lyrics
fame
people
lyrics

more than my *****
more than my words

more than words
let's get back to the
first verse