Could it be the maps followed were the people lost?
What if I’m the wisest of them all?
Crave love, crave joy of intelligence
What if I was able to turn these heads?
What if early death means you get to live
Could it be I have reached the end of the dream?
What if we are rats running for nothing?
What if everything’s worth a total null?
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
