Lyrics： Rising hunger, block boys tear the sums Gold comes, but the wounds remain They don't care as long as they drive the brand new E-car (wouh) With the leather in beige color, eowa Conflict with customers, everyday, prices are low Get more, time will come White fillings spit out bloody bills If something remains unresolved, they'll stab you No hope, always a fight for survival on the block Because of "Es" (likely referring to drugs), bullets or blows to the head fly And they choose this job out of despair They've been taught from a young age that it's all about wealth The world is fucked up like my head, constantly spinning (yeah) Rotation because of Ot-Action, everyday Pay the price or go elsewhere to get your fix Hungry hunters make block millions (yeah, man) You talk a lot, but we live the life Constant head fucks because of sirens In the area on haze, you see block boys ruling the game Better than standing in the rain without euros (money) You talk a lot, but we live the life Constant head fucks because of sirens In the area on haze, you see block boys ruling the game Better than standing in the rain without euros (money) Decreasing inhibitions lead to criminally-minded Kids who take care of their own retirement That's normal, pressing is a sport here Piece, wax, coke, how does it taste, big guy? Imported from Holland, Spain, or self-made homegrown I'm there if there's money involved, of course (yeah, man) Frankfurt am Main, everything for the money Many fall, but I won't fall into it anymore Silver haze packages are circulating Taschisch pressing boys make dough (woah) Stacking the dough, chasing money Until the drivers talk and you end up in Hapsis (7abs) Then the lawyer has to handle it or you have to coldly do time I hope you understand the gram price My risk, my ass on the line if I get caught That's why there's no [?] You talk a lot, but we live the life Constant head fucks because of sirens In the area on haze, you see block boys ruling the game Better than standing in the rain without euros (money) You talk a lot, but we live the life Constant head fucks because of sirens In the area on haze, you see block boys ruling the game Better than standing in the rain without euros (money) The song "Regen" by Hanybal discusses the gritty realities of life in the streets, particularly in relation to criminal activities and the pursuit of money. The lyrics touch upon the desperation that often drives individuals to engage in illegal activities, highlighting the dangerous and risky nature of such a lifestyle. The song emphasizes the harshness of the world and the constant struggle for survival in these circumstances. The lyrics also suggest a sense of frustration and defiance towards societal norms, with the narrator asserting that they live their own life regardless of others' opinions or judgments. They argue that their way of life, although potentially filled with challenges and danger, is better than being left empty-handed in difficult circumstances. Overall, the song portrays a narrative of survival, perseverance, and the pursuit of wealth within the context of a challenging and unforgiving environment.
