Текст песни
Yo, lil' Hans packed dreams in a duffel bag
Stick in hand, snapback, no time to lag
Mama teary-eyed, whisperin' "be safe,"
But Hans got fire in his soul, no brakes
He said, "I ain't built for this quiet life,"
Gotta chase storms, not dodge the strife
Mama's hug felt like chains on his chest
But he broke loose, said "I gotta be the best."
Seven years gone, no texts, no calls
Hans in the jungle, breakin' all the walls
From street fights to neon nights
He's chasin' truth under city lights
Hänschen klein ging allein In die weite Welt hinein
Mit dem Stock und mit dem Hut war er froh und wohlgemut
Mama weint, bleibt allein Hofft, ihr Hans kommt bald daheim
He seen the highs, he felt the lows
From Berlin blocks to Tokyo shows
Tattooed scars, stories untold
Heart iced out, but his soul stayed bold
Mama's voice echoin' in his dome
"Come back, son, this house still home."
But Hans too deep in the rebel zone
Tryna find peace in a war he owns
Now he standin' at the edge of fame
But the mirror still whisperin' his name
Lil' Hans, grown man, battle-worn
Still that kid from the day he was born
Seven years gone, no texts, no calls
Hans in the jungle, breakin' all the walls
From street fights to neon nights
He's chasin' truth under city lights
Mama's voice echoin' in his dome
"Come back, son, this house still home."
But Hans too deep in the rebel zone
Tryna find peace in a war he owns
Mama waits by the window sill
Hope in her eyes, time standing still
Hans on the run, but maybe one day
He'll find his way back, no need to stray
Now he's back in the hood, same block, new stance
Kids pointin' like "Yo, that's Big Hans!"
But he ain't here for the fame or the flex
He just wanna fix what the past wrecked
Mama opens the door, tears flood her face
Hans drops his bags, slowin' his pace