Borrowed Rhythms Video (MV)

[Intro]
Dust on my fingers, vinyl in my hands
Caught between cultures, no one understands
Borrowed beats, stolen streets
Hidden treasures beneath these sheets

[Verse 1]
Got caught slippin' with that kompa under my coat
Old man gave me work instead of getting my throat
Now I'm cleaning shelves, learning history I never knew
Stories of survival hit different when they speak to you
Haitian rhythms whisper secrets through time
Cultural gold that was never really mine
But who owns the moment when the needle drops?
When survival means you gotta flip what you got

[Chorus]
Borrowed rhythms, that's how we survive
Stolen moments keep traditions alive
Every sample tells a story of pain
What they call theft, I call breaking these chains
(Breaking these chains)

[Verse 2]
M'ap pale kreyòl now, learning from the source
While scrubbing these floors, finding my north
Old heads tell tales of crossing seas with songs
Packed in memories when they couldn't bring much along
Been wrestling with guilt, but f*ck your purity test
When my people had to sample just to catch their breath
Each groove on these records holds a different truth
About how we flip pain into something smooth

[Bridge]
They say "Stop stealing our sound"
But culture ain't meant to be bound
Like seeds in the wind, let it spread
Through the streets, through our heads

[Verse 3]
Every scratch, every loop, every beat we make
Built on shoulders of those who had to navigate
Between preservation and straight innovation
Turn discrimination to pure elevation
So yeah, I sample, remix and rebuild
Like those before me who refused to be killed
By expectations or limitations
This ain't appropriation, it's continuation

[Outro]
So let the record spin, let the stories blend
'Cause nothing pure exists in the end
Just borrowed rhythms and velvet hopes
Dancing on these vinyl ropes