God and Guns

We welcome the tired and we care for our sick. North Dakota is home and we don’t carry sticks. Gun powder and lead protect every home. We all stand together no one is alone. For my friends in the cities, no longer safe from harm. Don’t forget you have friends, up north on the farm. We’ll continue to love and God’s word we’ll still teach. Don’t mistake that for weakness, we still practice what we preach. Riots and fires, destruction with bricks. You better go home and never mess with us hicks. All murder is wrong swift justice we need. But if you bring your violence here, we will make you bleed. None of us are animals, black and white both bleed red. We are responsible for our actions we still make our own bed. These are my words and I pray that you hear. Don’t bring your hate to my home, you’ll just find God and guns here.