I turn away the diamonds in her blood
To try to guess the texture I really wish I could
It takes a lot in order for me to get the feelin'
To see how a liquid can be the cause of all the killin'
I try to break down the root of the concrete door
But not even the rusty banner on the side tore
I try to make my way as I’m dartin' off to class
But the teacher can’t let me in if I don’t have a pass
I’m wastin' time tryna get my eyes to see right past the light
It’s hard when a bloody diamond shines brighter in the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem