•FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•

•You’re not enough, Daniel

Rapper, really? Stop, Daniel

Album? 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 passion-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 glass 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 GLASS•

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