PUSSY'S GANGSTA PUSSY'S GANGSTA if I can't fall asleep the last lights are leaking I can slowly copy my eyes I put on my clothes and leave the apartment night comes and I relax just a night out the Busters in Tempelhof ECHA BA today I'm going into retardation without a cap and sunglasses I smoke a hand of gold-vanilla and enjoy the silence now there is hardly anyone on the road so late I don't see any passers-by on my way and go on and on it's a hard day today and I laugh at myself from full-mouthed friends and me and my ghost drift further into the darkness here I feel safest and can arrange the thoughts in peace all the things that burden my head all the worries, yes, they slowly come to rest and I get rid of them with the smoke that I blow into the sky and I feel how well the night is doing to me SMS from Mahmoud and he asks what's going on, I answer, of course, I make beer, but promptly so to the place where I spend each of my nights full of anger and hunger just a night out the Busters in Tempelhof just a night out the Busters in Tempelhof just a night out the Busters in Tempelhof just a night out the Busters in Tempelhof the writing is yellow, the sign is red at Tempelhof, damn it, it's now, you know, the Café Metropole no escape for Nighthawks so who is there most of the time? black, I sit down at the bar, I don't smoke now disco funk is playing and the game machine is ringing a few ants at the counter, everyone is silent automatic ghosts are feeding the Novoline non-stop I hear billiard balls clacking in the back order me a beer and chill hard with Malacca to shoot here in a group was a mistake because every time I come here, someone recognizes me but today it's chilled I drink my beer, which helps me to get down and my thoughts sink slowly into the beer glass how many nights I've been sitting here suddenly a loud scream, hey, what's going on out there? a mass slaughter in the late shopping some kind of ants on cocaine are out of control and you can watch them how they punch each other and already people have talked about this, about the police car and the blue light cuts through the darkness shit, it's getting too action-packed here just a night active ant in Tempelhof I say, take care of Mahmoud and go on away from blue light, sirens, stress, all that shit away from the people, deeper into the night but when the light is dark, the cigarette I light the artillery square is as I want it dead quiet, a good place to chill I see the Späti here, still open hard just go in and buy me the biggest black beer for black as it has to be and at full moon I allow myself a sip damn, the sun will rise in the east and I have to prolong the night a little longer and walk the way to West, towards beautiful mountains and step by step the bottle is emptied and I throw the empty bottle away but there is no grill, because there are no people here to listen to it black is alone and black will stay because black is like the night, black for the most part people always tear me up, they always want something ask questions, chitchat, always demand something so I pull myself back alone into the darkness walk through the quarter at night, when everything is silent and I go home again when the morning dawns a night active ant forever