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Текст песни Grave Shift

I'm stuck in the kitchen with an apron
I made 30 grand off the payment
I got 4 kids and I wanna raise them
I'm blessed by raw so I praise them
My brothers in jail wanna save them
If they had bail, I would have paid it
My sister went straight and I hate it
I wanna quit drugs but I crave in
Got shot 10 times and I ate it
Wanna tell my mom that I made it
Cash in the meat done made it
Your life got beat by david
Just to get rich and famous
People sell they soul to satan
Broken dreams then faded
I get my money and save this

[Hook]
This for my niggas on the grave shift
Canning hand sales just to make rent
2 wrongs ain't right but it makes sense
A change gonn come I can taste it
This for my niggas on the grave shift
Still reading numbers on the wait bench
Till the cops slap on the bracelets
Judge throw the book of the racism


On the road to destruction, no winter coat, so we hustling
Looking in the fridge, seen nothing
Eating plain bread with mustard
I know it gotta be another way
See money double when you bubble yay
I grew up in the trouble way
Lucky if you get to see another day
In school, teachers used to fail me
Cause I ain't do what they tell me
Still I pray 5 times daily
Making bricks sales in the teli
I just wanna make sure my kids eat
And tell my son never be like me
But I gotta park this what I preach
The only income I had is from the streets

[Hook]
This for my niggas on the grave shift
Canning hand sales just to make rent
2 wrongs ain't right but it makes sense
A change gonn come I can taste it
This for my niggas on the grave shift
Still reading numbers on the wait bench
Till the cops slap on the bracelets
Judge throw the book of the racism.