Peasant

stuck on the back of the street

walking limp and dying in the heat

the fabulous, fascinating, facade of happy babies

keeps us going

or just keeps us away from growing

we're getting cut down like trees

cause these king sees us as a disease

like a wild, savage dog carrying rabies

the street is your coffin get struck down by hades

 

but lift your chin up for being part of the peasants

cause no king brought his own revolution

they're on a throne so naturally they're afraid of evolution

a person without a home has to be part of legends

 

glory flows in and out your blood

all that red soon turns to blue

kings try to ban it like it was a rug

to keeps in check like animals in a zoo

 

given 1 command to work

until all our bones dry

they don't care, just give a sadistic smirk

escape this nightmare? you can try