Haftbefehl - 1999 [Part 1-6]
Selected Excerpts from Part 2, 3 and 6
Blockpanorama, siebter Stock vom Balkon
Traurige Aussicht und du gibst dein Glück auf
Der Ausblick so grau und trist, dass er dir die Sicht raubt
Ich schnipp' die Kippe aus der Hand, lauf' in Mamas Schlafzimmer
Küsse ihre Hand und bete zu Allah wie immer (Ciao)
Um Vergebung und beende das Gebet mit 'nem “Insha’Allah”
Doch dann ruft die Stimme in mei’m Kafa
Lass die Schultasche liegen, pack dein Hasch ein
Vergiss dein Butterfly bloß nicht, du hast kein'n
Du bist verlassen und allein in Offenbach am Main
[…]
Die Straße mein Lehrer
Die Schule für 'n Arsch
Dass Papa ging, war sehr hart, ich verfluche diesen Tag
Meine Jugend zerbrach wie ein Glas
Ich war damals vierzehn Jahre alt
Die Straße nahm mich in den Arm und ließ nie wieder los
Warum bin ich nur gebor'n? Sag mal, yalla
Knopfhose Adidas, Trikot von Barça
Gekauft vom Basar in Türkei für zehn Mark
[…]
Und schrei' besoffen durch die Mainpark-Blocks: „Verzeih mir, Gott“
Ich sitz' am Rand vom Blockdach und lass' die Classics schweben
Und denke nach, während ich die Sterne zähl'
„Wie lang wird sich noch die Erde dreh'n?“
Nicht mehr lang, solang sie der Teufel auf den Schultern trägt
Rotz' die Narben aus der Seele, verflucht war meine Kindheit
Meißel' die Zeile an die Wände und Blut ist meine Tinte
Ich schrei', so laut ich kann, in die Erdatmosphäre
„Lieber Gott, ist das die Nacht, in der ich sterbe?“
Song Name: 1999 [Parts 1-6]
Artist: Haftbefehl
Year: 2014-2020
Country: Germany
Language: German
Archive themes: Paternal absence · Trauma · Street socialisation · Moral rupture · Fate (nasip) · Survival
Artist Profile: Haftbefehl is a rapper of Kurdish-Turkish origin, born in Offenbach, Germany. His work is widely recognised for reshaping German hip-hop through a raw street register, hybrid language use and bleak narratives of street life. Drawing on personal experiences, his music articulates themes of precarity, masculinity, loss and survival within migrant neighbourhoods shaped by economic exclusion. In 2025, Netflix released a documentary about his life, tracing his rise to fame but also his long-term struggles with substance abuse and repeated suicide attempts.
Archival Notes
1999 is a six-part autobiographical rap series released over six years, with music videos shot in Germany and Turkey. The title marks the year Haftbefehl’s father died by suicide – an event that deeply traumatised him at the age of fourteen. The six songs function as a fragmented narrative of his life from 1999 onwards, tracing key moments that shaped him, including dropping out of school, becoming involved in drug trafficking and struggling with addiction.
Throughout the series, Haftbefehl describes deprivation in Offenbach am Main, the city bordering Frankfurt where he grew up, with repeated imagery of balconies overlooking tower blocks and worn clothing. Drug dealing appears in these narratives as routine survival within the neighbourhood economy, and with school dismissed as meaningless, the streets become his primary site of learning – offering protection but also direct exposure to violence, criminalisation and addiction from an early age.
Running alongside these themes, Haftbefehl presents his fragile moral world, with the death of his father marking the collapse of the family unit and the premature end of childhood. Although Islamic faith surfaces repeatedly throughout the series, it remains constantly strained by the realities of street survival. Faith appears as a moral language through which guilt and longing are expressed, particularly in an environment where daily life is shaped by illicit survival.
In a poignant end to the series, Haftbefehl describes himself intoxicated, pleading, “Forgive me, God”. Sitting on the edge of a rooftop, counting the stars, he drifts between thought and emotional numbness, questioning his ability to survive. The closing line –“Dear God, is this the night I die?” – which he screams as loud as he can, points directly to his fragile mental state, intensified by exhaustion, intoxication and the memories of his “cursed” childhood.
[English Translation]
Block panorama, seventh floor from the balcony
A sad view and you give up your happiness
The outlook is so grey and bleak it robs you of sight
I flick the cigarette away, walk into mom’s bedroom
Kiss her hand and pray to Allah like always
For forgiveness and end the prayer with an Insha’Allah
But then the voice in my head calls out
Leave the schoolbag behind, pack your hash
Don’t forget your butterfly knife, you don’t have one
You are abandoned and alone in Offenbach am Main
[…]
The street was my teacher
School was bullshit
That dad left hit hard - I curse that day
My youth shattered like glass
I was fourteen years old back then
The street took me in its arms and never let go again
Why was I even born? Tell me, yalla
Button-fly Adidas pants, Barcelona jersey
Bought at a bazaar in Turkey for ten marks,
[…]
Drunk, screaming through the Mainpark blocks: “Forgive me, God”
I sit on the edge of the block rooftop, letting the classics drift
Thinking while I count the stars
“How long will the Earth keep spinning?”
Not much longer, as long as the devil carries it on his shoulders
I spit the scars out of my soul - my childhood was cursed
I chisel these lines into walls and blood is my ink
I scream as loud as I can into the atmosphere:
“Dear God, is this the night I die?”