Analog Ghetto

[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 fucking 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 fucking 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