They call him Nobi.
He's not big, he's not small,
quite strong, almost a man.
In his second year of training,
there for Doesn't he stand out,
He's not good, not bad either,
Well, so-so.
He loves jeans and T-shirts,
They saw it differently People from his street
never see him standing on the corner.
And with his buddies he modifies the mopeds,
drives around the block.
People stop,
they are shocked.
And in his mind he is the
King of Prenzlauer Berg.
And does he ever get in trouble
with a guy who's smacking himself,
when it comes to him, he shows his fist.
He's already known to like to smack,
and you know Ÿ exactly:
whoever he hits doesn't get up.
And that's what happened in the club
there he got into a fight
because of a tooth,
and he behaved like Genghis Khan.
And his brother alcohol didn't do him any good at all,
he no longer knew what he was doing.
And in his mind he is the
King of Prenzlauer Berg.
When he was sober again,
he felt pretty alone.
And his friends cheered him on a.
Because they don't like thugs
and slowly it became clear to him
that the throne had been taken away from him.
He was the king of the Prenzlauer Berg.

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