crowned in chains - •8• lyrics
•from behind the gl-ss•
•you’re not enough, daniel
rapper, really? stop, daniel
alb-m? gigs? come on, daniel
get a grip, go home and keep your dreams within your sleep, daniel
every day, these voices, though unspoken, don’t go unheard
it’s the silence that screams louder than the kind but insincere words
every conversation i have drives towards music, they grab my wheel and force the u-turn
i’m just tryna make a difference with my little time here on earth
please support me
don’t ignore me
okay, everyone, quit snoring
friends(or so i thought) still sleeping on my p-ssion-driven story
white rap? boring
rock? that’s noisy
bro, you know me
thought we’re homiez
thought you cared about my whole being? guess not
fake friends don’t think the band’s important
been a minute, peasantry
don’t worry, not much has changed
still editing this website just to vent about my day
every day, repeat the cycle
every week, revive the pain
i’ll keep pushing, use what little’s left in me to help you on your way
i’m trapped here
still screaming out for help, dark gl-ss still separates
no map in here
disoriented, no idea what trials are surrounding me
well i guess that is a lie
i’ve been here long enough i know i’m not the only one inside
but shh, this is where i need to shutup before i ruin the surprise
something on the horizon
so cover your eyes, and
i’ll let you all know when to open them
see what’s been carved on my mind
for quite some time
been a minute, peasantry
don’t worry, not much has changed
still editing this website just to vent about my day
every day, repeat the cycle
every week, revive the pain
i’ll keep pushing, use what little’s left in me to help you on your way
the music industry has set our pace way slower than i like
“money? just sell more merchandise.”
but i need money so i can buy it
“dang, that sucks, have you considered quitting?
that’s easier, right?”
i picked this fight
i gripped this mic
and i won’t let you watch me die
i’ll take my time
i’ll put more music out if it’s what takes my life
and it just might
this music thing is constant work, it’s push and grind
don’t need to shine
just need the resources to be a guiding light
to kids just like
me, crawling on the floor where i broke down each night
for years, that’s right
this music is more than a hobby. this music is more than fun. this music is my attempt to do something significant with what i have. i may not have the looks, charm, or ability so many other people have, but i have my story, and every story is a weapon. every little ounce of creativity you pour into how you convey your story sharpens the blade, or fills the gun with ammunition. and everytime you share that story, another piece of darkness falls. another person has the chance to unholster their own story and begin preparing it for war. because that’s what this is. war. and even though he has an army, we do too. and emotional expression always triumphs over emotional oppression. we are the peasantry, and every voice screaming in our face telling us to quit provides us with another opportunity to show the world we’re stronger than them, because our blades are sharp, our guns are loaded, and our army is full. we will •revolt•
been a minute, peasantry
don’t worry, not much has changed
still editing this website just to vent about my day
every day, repeat the cycle
every week, revive the pain
i’ll keep pushing, use what little’s left in me to help you on your way
i know, i’ve been inactive, i’m gonna work on that
this world is tugging, pulling, twisting me between this way and that
every chance i get i write the book, livestream, or drum on my practice pads
as always, i’ll do my best to keep you posted•
•from behind the gl-ss•
•8•
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