Grave Shift
Written By: Sean Perkins “Espee”
Beat By: JizzleStyles

1st Verse
The world’s already small
I’m confined to this section
That’s like jazz- Beautiful but has no direction:
We’re beautiful and black but rejected
Walking through my path
I’m dejected
Learning on my path, on some next shyt
Learning how to laugh when depressed-ded
Sequestered
Looking at my past
Unrelenting
And we be selling crack
What we been through
Treated second class: It could scramble the MENTAL (Damn, I think it has)
So I grab me a pencil
Put it on a pad, and vent ‘cause I’m meant to
Living here is sad
It’s a test and it’s
Experimental, but I gotta pass
It’s essential
You don’t know the half
You could NEVER understand my resentful
Nature of a man that is into
Living how I can
It’s suspenseful
And I don’t got a DAYUM
Even if I had a DAYUM I could give you
(I’m)

Chorus

Working that GRAVE SHIFT like Kanye said
And I ain’t made shyt like Kanye said
Tryin’ to get paid (SHYT)
But how they play it
I can’t get paid SHYT
I’m done playing their little games, (SHYT)
(repeat)

2nd Verse
This ain’t no cinematics here
This here is a real living atmosphere
Mind states jammed
like mirroring traffic here
You get one take, Ain’t no practice here
Cats sit shell shocked cracking beers
From what happens here, In a hood fulla
Racketeers and Extortionsists dubbed
Entrepenuers trying to make it clear of the
Maddness that reappears on an average
Of every blink of an eye where I’m standing
Try and grab it
a PEACE of mind
PEACE of Land
PEACE of time, of decent PEACE of whatever you’re seeking’s usually fleeting
In the—
vicinity I live and breathe in and still I love that
pledge allegiance to the speeches
see it’s so indecent
The way I piece it from the stage to the mic
To the mic from the page in my stages of life
Well, rather my pages
(yo) I’m just trying to get paid
But my pay’s never right so I’m…
(CHORUS)