Don'T Tread On Me
You can cuss and rant and rave, you can even burn Old Glory
Disrespecting those who gave throughout Her entire story
And You can put her down in trying to toss Her Spirit aside
Even publicly tarnish Her Crown, for all your lack of pride
You can tread upon Her name upon all the sacrifices made
Being so filled with shame in this pool which you now wade
Call Her every name in your book and even thumb your nose
Even that disgusting look and complaining about all your woes
Yeah you can complain all day long about how She wasn't fair
And about how everything is all wrong and that only you care
You can spit upon each Shred as you rip Her piece to piece
Even cursing our very dead but one day... it will all cease
One day She won't be there she'll take her freedom and leave
Perhaps that day you will care the day you sit there and grieve
The day your freedom was taken away and you finally realize
When She doesn't have Her say everything else in your life dies
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