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

gökhan is turkish
it means: ruler of heaven

first time i met you:
september 3rd 1993
first day at school

we looked at each other
we wanted to sit together
we became friends

how sturdy you were
people always thought you
were much older
but me?

i had a babyface
hated my babyface
wanted to look older due to my
fatherless childhood
always wanted to be my own dad
wouldn't work though

so gökhan became my daddy
father figure and protector
i looked up to you my man

ruler of heaven

six years later you died of cancer
i rushed to the hospital
countryside germany

when entering your room
aware of your death
i saw your stiff body

and you were smiling
i will never forget that
gökhan

an african-turk growing
up in germany 1990s
called gökhan tatchouop
lost the battle against cancer
sixteen years old

and he really died with a smile
because he was a good man
who did the right thing

as i get older year by year
i could be gökhan's dad by now

you're with me