Bio of Mc BruFFneSS edited in english

MC BruFFnesS
„Cooking' some fresh Rhymes with the Bitter Reality~
BEST ENJOYED ICE COLD
Biography
Recipe
in
Three
Steps
Written by A .Müller aKa Mc BruFFnesS
Edited by Âto Vivendi

Step One
„Preparing' Ingredients“
***
I'am not saying, my whole
childhood was a disaster,
but once we had a Christmas,
sponsered by a
welfare association.

This is not an ode to the worst qualities of the people, but that's the way it is
when you look behind the facade. And yes, we all have experienced
something bad in our lives, but if you want to understand my music and my
intentions completely, the rough part of the story must be told.
My alleged producer on the birth certificate kicked in the entrance door in
front of my eyes, I was like three year old that time.
The door just missed me by a few inches – that asshole wanted to get into
my mother's apartment without her permission. I was clearly more lucky than
my mother that moment, because he was punching her teeth out right in
front of me.
Fortunately, the story has not burned into my brain in such a way that it
would have negative consequences, but it has shaped me a lot.
I could never identify with my producer, who was addicted to gambling
and wasted all the money in the casino, responsibility was not his strength.
After 35 years of my life, my mother told me, "we would have to do a blood
test."- because she was not sure if the person was really my genetic father.
The statement did not really shock me,i am not even sure if I want
to know the truth. The fact is, thanks to my mother, we have somehow
made this and I have learned the most important lessons for my life from her.
Just like many of us in such a situation, I have made the best out of the
available: I did build houses in bushes, jumping from the roof of garages or
walk around on unauthorized construction sides. Chestnut throwing wars
and BMX riding
were my thing.
My grandparents were there, I remember them gladly,because they were
responsible for the most beautiful moments in my childhood, whether it was
a feast with them, or the simple chilling, you know how it is at that age.
With my grandparents, as a child, for me I always had the feeling of
splendor and wealth as seen in the furniture and other features.
My grandfather is freelancer in the building cleaning industry and he has
always worked very hard to keep his company running. I took that
determination from him.
In young years I was able to earn some pocket money for cleaning.
It was not easy,but there was no other chance back then.

My dear mother was single parent for a long time with two children and a
third child was on the way. There were a lot of things I had to do for her as a
little mucky pup. This women had to deal with the struggle all on her own.
When I was like ten years old, my mother met a British soldier who was really
serious about us – a young guy stays with a women who has two children
and is pregnant,probably by another guy.
We finally moved away from the "Paradise-Methadone-Onset-City-
Disgusting Lehrte". As a result,my life changed significantly and my
childhood was different than the normal childhood of other kids in
Germany.
We moved to various British occupation zones within Germany, where the
soldiers and their relatives lived. As a normal mortal you could not join such
barracks. The so-called camps of the British armed forces are equipped like
a small town.
My stepfather than gave me a so-called ID card that allowed me moving
on the base, it was a cool feeling for such a little kid like me.
Of course, I've also taken a lot punches, but I leave out all the stories on
purpose, since the mention alone is sufficient to understand that as a
German without knowledge of the English language and in area where only
families of British soldiers live. Especially as a child it is a bit difficult to find
your way, when you are surrounded by constant challenges and pressure.
As a German teenager among English kids, I had to listen to something like
"You Fucking Nazi ", or "Bloody Shithead " and when I use to play some
football I mostly got a red card even before the match has started.
At some point,however, I got the connection and met great people, and
yes, most of them were English, which was also formative for my later
identity.
There were many parties, clubbing nights and drugs, but who can go
bad in his best years of life?
Looking back on that, a lot of movement have been part of my life (when
the army says, "JUMP! ", only thing you are asking is "Where?! ", or "How
high?!").
My stepfather got posted across Germany very often. As a result, I lived in
some places for just half a year, saw many schools and always was
" the new guy "

Step Two
„Cooking' in the Pot of Life“
***
Thought that I could do it, all alone
in Germany…
At partys I could -
thats true.

In the end, I stayed alone in Germany . My family moved to Cyprus and I just
found a job as a cook here.
Looking back now my decision to make a career choice was very
unconsidered, influenced more by the factors than the actual question,
"What do I want to do in life". I did not pay attention at school anyway and
my friends have always been more important to me – hang out and be
cool, that was all for me then. I just barely graduated, which of course
limited my options.
I have tried myself in many things whether it was civil engineering, catering
or jobs at fairs. I had done my military service and I got a forklift license in the
course of my working years but that did not really make feel like a human
being – I need the feeling of creating something in this world .Nevertheless, I
worked my tits of in the industry- my CV is three pages long. You know warm
clothes and good food you always want to have.
For half a year I was missing a degree in retraining as an industrial
mechanic, so I would have been a little less worried about the existence of
my family. Just as life always is, the bitch meets you with many annoying
problems, on the neck without a warning.
At the time of my retraining, my love Katha was pregnant with our baby. She
had heavy bleeding during the pregnancy and we both were very worried
that we would lose our baby. That's why we decided to hospitalize and I just
took care of her well being.
Due to the accumulated absences in which I was in the hospital instead of
retraining, I was excluded from further education. I did not care, because
the family always counts the most for me.
The effort was worth it...
My son was born healthy by Cesarean section.
But as a new life saw the light,
at a later moment another life extinguished.
Katha was very strong and very brave.
She left us on 08/18/2017
She died of f***ing cancer. This whole story fell like an incredible hammer
with a blow right on my head – it was devastating, destructive, unfair and
brutal.

This young, great, ambitious, friendly, helpful and humorous women leaves
behind 2 beautiful, handsome, intelligent sons.
The older son she had from the previous relationship, that I of course treated
and loved him like my own .Funnily, we were surrounded by symbols of our
emotional connection – the little one had his birthday on the same day as
me.
Besides, we had the same surnames…
It was hard to realize that this apparent harmony could disappear so
quickly.
Of course, I had my extreme excesses, everyone mourns finally in his own
way. After so may months on sleepless nights, a weight loss of 30 kilograms, I
slowly got my existence back under control. I know that I will mourn her
even further because a 26-year-old-young women, full of life and also a
loving mother of two children, being torn from earth because of cancer in
our highly developed world with excellent medicine is unfair but also the
reality!
REST IN PEACE,MY BABY,BABY,BABY….
I've been unemployed for eight months and I've been getting
unemployment benefits for five months now. A step into the world of work
where you're always required to be on alert and with a smile on your face is
only possible with great effort,In my situation after my total isolation from the
outside world it is kind of hard for me to join up again . I did not get any
support from the company at all. They did not care how a small world
broke, my existence flew down to the ground in shards. I was just another
staff number on paper.
“I know what you mean, I'm divorced with my wife." - that's what I had to
put myself in there, how dumb must you be to deny grief… Without words…
Working only for the weekend and for the pension,which ranges just for a
plastic bag from the shop to collect bottle deposits, these are the worries
that they are really dealing with.
Fortunately, in my grief, I had a few people around me who were and still
are an important support to me .It has brought me to my limits and only my
child has led me out of the darkest thoughts. My son lives with his brother
with the parents of Katha, they are doing great, hopefully me soon as well.

Step Three
„Serving' the Mouthwatering Masterpiece“
***
Love and life give me insperation.
The 18th of August
will be forever holy to me.

After the mourning in me got calmer and the vegetating under the
influence of cannabis in my own home, it became unbearable.
I found the long-forgotten, which has always been fun and enjoyable for
me, the music of course.
It hit me like a lightning strike fast, like a magic from the game that I played
for dulling my feelings.
The effect has remained but I do not longer play this game.
Even if you attribute it to Latin American, or African ethnicity, I also felt the
groove and vibe of the music from an early age – dancing in diapers was
not a challenge for the little MC BruFFnesS and he rocks it every morning.
"Everything AMAZING what my ears like"
I also represent this philosophy today – whether rap,metal or soul.
The message and the impact are crucial. That's why I've never limited myself
to one genre of music and I see many opportunities to combine the nonmatching
genres
in their own way.
I keep digging for lyrical nuggets in my artistic vein. It may be that my works
are not commercially mature because of all the circumstances but for that,
they have the said message, which in my eyes, is much more value than the
paper with portraits, or architecture works on it, which you get afterwards.
The feeling floating in my heart that my music can make something positive
is a reward enough for me and yes you can call people who hear my music,
fans.
If your day goes wrong and you listen to a track by MC BruFFnesS, you may
not hear beautiful lines about wonderland but you'll find that the depth of
the abyss we fall in, only depends on our own imagination and perception.
Maybe the knowledge helps to look at our own problems more relaxed
and to meet them with a smile.
How do you say that in Buddhism?
If you can not solve a problem, stop considering it as a problem.
If I'm lucky, I can leave something for eternity and it would be a great
feeling if my son could say "My dad is a cool musician" at school. The main
thing is that the children lack nothing, we are not leaving them the greatest
earth in the moment.

Epilogue
„Enjoy your Track!“
When I wrote this here, the moon was turning coppery in color.
In my mind I was at my hometown Hanover.
The 08/18/2018 is very holy to me now.
Love and life give the inspiration I need .
If you give me a pen and paper you will get texts and rhymes
that would be enough for ten lives, because I'm
MC BruFFnesS !!!
World improver and fighter, let us work together to make the world
a better one,
at least for our offspring !
Peace!