And sometimes it's just a moment, just a short feeling I have a life on my neck, but I try to lead it Just a song, just a text, a poem, a prayer Just a look that tells me, we're finally on the right path Just a gurgling scream, a meeting that shows, this world is so small Just a, just a hit and a splash on the asphalt A siren that hollers through the night Just a smile, a sentence, a message Your fate determines your place in the matrix Your character determines what you get, what you give, what you eat, what you, what you are Just a move, just a sip, something for the mood Bro, I don't know today, every decision was good Just a sparkle in your eyes and a tingling in your stomach My heart starts to race and my lips are deaf Sometimes it's just two seconds, one that makes you decide Do you go where the cash is or do you stay real? One that asks you what you are, your chops or bitch, your bass or kiff Two seconds that stay, and when the clock strikes twice Chop, then you have to decide Only the lead is wounded, because what remains is only one second And sometimes you only get a hit through the gray concrete A I'll see you soon upstairs, my friend, because death means getting out Just a look that tells your life How you go quickly shows me in which area you live Just a place that is at home And I kill your song full of lies with a word that they believe me Always wanted to be something more than usual My city is not subjugated by a kingdom My city has never tried to be beautiful If your album comes across this album, it's yours Just a picture, a line, just a little smile And I stopped eating meat I haven't prayed to you for years But I write down what you say when you talk to me I wanted to go, as far as I could But I stayed because I had to write Sometimes it's just two seconds, one that makes you decide Do you go where the cash is or do you stay real? One that asks you what you are Your chops or bitch, your bass or kiff Two seconds that stay And if the time hits twice Then you have to decide Only the remains are wounded Because what remains is only one second One that makes you decide Do you go where the cash is or do you stay real? One that asks you what you are Your chops or bitch, your bass or kiff Two seconds that stay And if the time hits twice Then you have to decide Only the remains are wounded Because what remains is only one second Do you go where the cash is Where the bar and smash is Because what remains is only Because what remains is only Because what remains is only one second