my best friend gökhan tatchouop
you are gone
faded out like a song
you will never come back

i we we i lost track
you will never come back
the brothers and sisters
are protecting the platform

golden dusty hair
sitting on rusty chairs
guardians of the right cause
a good man does the right thing

i transformed into a nightling
as i listened to your voice
the last time as you
wrote your last rhyme

we were poets
we were taggers we were brothers
we were the same and an other
we longed for fame

you are gone gökhan
you will never come back
but you remain in the dust of
the brothers and sisters

they will never leave
they are always there
guardians of the platforms
guardians of trains

like gods supernatural
creatures: violent protectors
willing to attack anybody
who spits against your grave

REST IN PEACE MY MAN
SINCERELY MIKEY YOUR FAN