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People Shift
Singer/Songwriter
People Shift was released on August 10, 2025 by 7482704 Records DK as a part of the album Quest
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AlbumQuest
Release DateAugust 10, 2025
Label7482704 Records DK
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jason Tyler Guest
Jason Tyler Guest
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Jason Tyler Guest
Jason Tyler Guest
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PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jason Tyler Guest
Jason Tyler Guest
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Lyrics

From above, we watch.
Like tiles on a floor, you move.
Always shifting. Always drifting.
Snakes and ladders, ladders and snakes.
The game never ends. Until… it does.
People shift, people drift, people cross that rift
From the war-torn shore to a cold night's lift
Some get pushed, some pull, some chase that gift
But no matter where you look — yeah — people shift
India moved to Canada, Surrey streets lit
Punjabi markets boomin', neighborhoods hit
But before all that, Turtle Island was home
Indigenous steppin' on the earth like it's stone
White sails rolled in with a Bible and a plan
Tried to kill the spirit, tried to shape the man
Residential schools, 60 Scoop in the mix
Stole kids, broke tongues, left scars that stick
Vikings crossed oceans in longboats tight
Africans shackled in a slave ship's night
Irish fled famine, no potatoes to eat
Syrians ran from the bombed-out street
Jews left Europe when the camps turned red
Gypsy wheels rolled when the borders bled
Japanese in Canada, wartime fear
Internment camps for the crime of "here"
Water's risin', Maldives got no ground
Farmers in Sudan where the rain don't pound
Hurricanes blow homes clean off the map
Puerto Rican heartbeats in a mainland lap
Gold rush pulled 'em to California's shine
Oil pulled hands to Alberta's line
Ukraine bleeds and the trains run west
Refugees in Poland tryin' to catch their breath
South to north, crossin' rivers at night
Coyotes get paid, Border Patrol in sight
Deport 'em back to Venezuela's fire
Mexico's caught in a wall of wire
Cuban rafts hittin' Florida's sand
Dreamers caught with no promised land
People shift for the bread, for the love, for the light
For the kids, for the hope, for a future in sight
Mongol hordes ridin' under Genghis Khan
Romans stretched roads from dusk till dawn
Ottoman gates pushed into the west
Silk Road traders in a desert quest
Chinese rail crews in Canada's snow
Hmong in the U.S. when the war let go
Millions in Partition, India to Pak
Lines on a map and there's no way back
Shifting like sand dunes in a windstorm's throat
Like chess pieces tipped on a rusted boat
From the mines in Congo to the ports in Spain
From the frost in Siberia to the Monsoon rain
Caravans crawl, jet planes leap
Digital nomads count sheep in sleep
We're ants in a jar that's been shaken hard
Scramble for a corner, for a green backyard
Sometimes people lift, sometimes people gift
Sometimes — no lie — people are shit
Empires built on a pile of bones
Rich drink wine from the poor man's loans
The ladder's greased for the gilded few
The rest push carts just to make it through
From the shadow of towers to the sweatshop floor
Shiftin' like tides that can't find the shore
Headlines scream like a siren's roar
Twenty-four seven, they feed you war
Clicks for fear, ads for hate
The camera's red eye seals your fate
From TikTok clips to a drone-strike view
From a senator's lie to a child's shoe
The wires are hot, the feeds are loud
A storm in the mind, a stampede crowd
Uncle Sam's got a hand in the pot
But the Kremlin's not clean and Beijing's not
Oligarch yachts in the Mediterranean shine
Billionaires rocket out of Earth's decline
Africa stripped for the gold and the rare
Middle East burns while the West says prayer
It's a carousel ride with no seatbelt tight
People shift faster in the dead of night
From above, we see the cracks run deep
The board game breaks, the snakes all creep
Missiles streak, tsunamis swell
Earthquakes open a wishing well
Rain for forty, mud for years
Whales beach up, the bees disappear
Cities fall to a jungle's claim
And the stars watch cold — without a name
So the powers decide, in the year twenty-five
To end the game and take the drive
Aliens, angels, or the ones you pray
Hit the switch and clear the play
No more flags, no more kings
No more warplanes, drones, or strings
Just ants and beetles, the breeze, the sky
And the echo of people who used to try
People shift, people drift, people cross that rift
From the war-torn shore to a cold night's lift
Some get pushed, some pull, some chase that gift
But no matter where you look — yeah — people shift
From above, we watch.
Tiles on a floor. Pieces on a board.
This time, the floor stays empty.
Only the wind moves now.
Written by: Jason Tyler Guest

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