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Schizogenie -19 - Beautiful child
Seriously, sometimes I doubt myself
And by that I mean the lonely moments in life that show you what matters.
It's not fictitious what flows out of the pen
Is a glimpse into my deep
Very intimate and affects me.
Olliver Otubanjo, 1977, a wonderful childhood,
Pacifier, key, marker.
When I tipped my first mushroom I was 14,
At 17, I'm the kid that smokes crazy spliffs at Dorian Gray(?) and then eats trips.
It's not poison when you're a child, disguise terms like run down,
That you actually feel emotionally blind.
The main thing is good stuff, cheers for young culture and joints, why only have a good friend,
dream for a hundred thousand minutes
What's the point of going on vacation, only coca flowers and trees, why the fences,
Lay down in the sun of youth today.
In the meantime everything was different, I was in my early 20s and demanded
That life begins so slowly
As I said, everything is different, I wanted to be an adult, but never like adults.
I realized that I was far from being a man.
I never wanted to have an apprenticeship in the bank
But I never wanted this apprenticeship that came later, I wanted to hit a wall.
Everything I touch turns pale.
I didn't have any more colors, I've long since given up on my canned green and red.
Where's that damn sandy beach I've stood on for so long
He-Man, Playmobil, Extasy, in grams of hemp.
I was looking for fulfillment, I was looking for the way
The litargy of my eyes reduces the truth on the bosom and buttocks.
Whether it was my father from whom I got this damage
Who was never there on the first day of school or always cycling.
It's amazing when you have a father
But I don't have it, except 1000 questions makes me a tough man on the outside.
But inside I'm nagging, does he like me?
I can't help but call Africa, England and the States.
I love my mother more than anything, but when I see single mothers,
I know that I'm missing a protector.
Why are so many Afro-German kids alone?
Perhaps the discrepancy in values is the marriage black and white mixed,
I don't know it.
What I know I'll find a solution.
Fight me through the jungle of drugs and manhood, a beautiful child.
[chorus 2x]
You will find a solution, you are not alone.
You are a beautiful child, no you are not alone.
I live my life between breasts and pray, fuck and blaspheme
Lip service, crutches and skulls, loopholes in rules,
who meet me when I stoop, when I seek treacherous paths,
Avoiding my own lie
It's a jungle, boy. I'm a jungle boy
In search of the way out of the darkness of the colorful ball.
We only have one world, we only have one life
I love jesus christ we have his blessing.
I am a beautiful child, you are a beautiful child.
I believe in the good even when I find too much in the bad.
We are a product of the environment. we are just human
Crown of creation, only we decide where the painting hangs.
I was a blank sheet after embossing "son".
It's about being, no one is anything.
I know very well that I will find my solution.
You are worth something, you are a beautiful child.
[chorus 2x]
You will find a solution, you are not alone.
You are a beautiful child, no you are not alone. @bko69er
Schönes Kind by Olli Banjo
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