King Dirt

My estate was so low it was underground

I was a commoner with the common sound that only rebounded

Off the walls of unbelief

The language of faith and love was my only release to the sky

My family and I could only dance to the beat of a supernatural cry

For I was not a Jew but a gentile

10 a penny to the select wise

A reptile ordained as a king by the most high

So be careful of the verbs you let fly

For the commonest commoner may have come on earth with royalty in their bloodline

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