Peasants from Subliminal Thrill by Jared White

Peasants

There's nothing to undo on Independence Avenue
No not much can be done, you see
They couldn't find no bodies on the gun
But still they think I killed the only son
Of a prophet working in his prime, and 
The peasants will all riot soon
But I won't pay them no mind

I met a crippled queen who had awoken from her dream, and
She was in her final hours, and
She wanted nothing more than to come clean
Said the crown upon her head felt so obscene 
Like a peasant in a cheap disguise, and
The peasants were just peasants
For believing in her lies

Oh spirit send them a flood
They want my water now
But I won't share
They ain't coming for blood
They're only coming up for air, and
I feel like a peasant, but
Only cause I don't really care
I swear

You were already a hero even when you were an infant
Your mother, she abandoned you
Let you go and in that very instant
The river taught you not to be resistant
To anything that might be true
Now the peasants carry golden coins
Dropped in their cup by you

Oh spirit send them a flood
They want your water now 
But you won't share
They ain't coming for blood
They're only coming up for air, and 
I feel like a peasant, but
Only cause I don't really care
I swear

They didn't burn us
But they damn sure lit the furnace
If you must insult your betters, then
Just rearrange your letters, and
Don't ever try to fight it
You must let the spirit write it
If you really want a victory, then
Surrender to the mystery that you're lost in

So leave me on this hilltop but remember where to find me
I'll be here with these hypocrites
I'll keep them by my side to just remind me that
The blowing wind don't have to be behind me
To carry me to the sun, and 
The peasants and my rivers are
Both flowing into one

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