My blood is green
Its like cheap gasoline
All can burn, its convened
I am dispensable
They tell me my worth, its expendable
They put me places
Right on the ground
Human rights, what grounds?
They’ve tried to put me down
I’ve bled, look I’m teary now
It’s a skin I can’t peel off
It’s a seal, it makes sound
They have broken my wings infinite time
I’m ‘dheet’ (stubborn), I’’ve outgrown them +1 more times