Analog Ghetto Video (MV)

[Intro]
Streets ain't the same, memories fade to gray
Digital waves washing history away
Kreuzberg nights turn to silicon days
Father's shop where I used to play

[Verse 1]
Grew up with grease stains and Turkish chants
Now it's all clean streets and startup rants
Nina leaked my soul to the highest bid
Thought we had love but that shit stayed hid
Remember pops fixing rides all day
Now it's just codes that keep people away
They sanitized our blocks, sterilized our spots
Trading culture for some f*cking laptop shops

[Chorus]
Home ain't home when they rewrite the code
Delete my past like it's data to load
But they can't erase what runs in my veins
Even when my hood's going up in flames

[Verse 2]
Turkish vendors' calls used to fill the air
Now it's just clicks and nobody there
Pandemic hit, they saw their chance
Locked us down while tech advanced
Every corner store turned to WeWork space
Every memory gets a new interface
Nina thought my pain was hers to sell
Now my story's just some carousel

[Bridge]
They digitize our struggle
Gentrify our trouble
But the streets remember
What they trying to smother

[Verse 3]
Algorithms eating up the block
While my people's stories getting chopped
Corporate vultures circling high
Trading soul for f*cking WiFi
But we still here, still breathing deep
Even when the silence makes us weep
My father's hands still guide my way
Through this matrix they display

[Outro]
Streets might change but we remain
Digital rain can't wash away our name
Kreuzberg blood still flows real strong
Even when they say we don't belong