作词 : Anis Ayachi
 作曲 : Anis Ayachi/Moritz Millat
Welcome to the grids of your circus
Clown in circus
Everytime, always connected to your service
Up with hope, down with dope
We half baked at police station, two officers
sniffing a pound of coke
People get greedy when it’s all about the milly
And the system poured in plastic cups to kill me
with the  H
Silent storm in veins, they must mistake me for
a silly
I’m not drinking or one day this shit’d kill me so
I’d rather be blazed
What I’m toking on is purp poison without
further misinterpretation, this spliff is crazy
Just another person that is urking to call the
earth to resurface
psychedelic bassing
This reflection is mere glass
It can be shattered, it can cut you up
Pssshhht
Nothing  hush me up
They looking for me, police keep playing peek-
a-boo
We all are in Pikachurin
This moshpit ain’t no Pikachu
Electrifying hoes on the balls
Yeah she called Pokemon
With this chip on my shoulder I’m not playing
poker, Don
I poke a man with a kitchen knife, then I cut the
onions just so I can cry my soul out for what I’ve
done
I hope I catch a rat by it’s tail with a smacking
claw of the cat
To help the dog locked bust out the vet
We ring bell, my homies will
It seem so evident still
How can you know where we ever for real
Front paper I shoved in a journalist face
Said it tasted like gum bacon,
That’s not nature
Not natural
Guns clap through kidnappers
For kids, fathers and mommas
To leave the innocent far from the nonsense
Pray to forefathers
Cuz said you can trust in em they got you
Full moon cloud papers’ll test you
Pupil dilators message you, maybe mess with
you
Don’t question who, just make sure you
question me
You ain’t got to remember me
Just remember what we do it for