My country, ’tis of thee

Sweet land of limited liberty

to be the me I aspire to be

For you I would attempt to sing high notes

And go tell it on the mountain

to all God's native sons

I’ll speak your greatness into existence and hope

The demons don’t 2012 in your daydreams

Of thee

I’ll forever pray

That they’ll learn of your days since 1801

And they’ll recognize your fire from a far

And they’ll dance to it, as if the music is catered from Spanish guitar

My country of which my grandmother found my grandfather

and together dedicated bodies to building my mother

And she did the same for me in this country

But this land

where my father's pride takes him down from father of the year

From every mountain that harbors homes

For every lakou (yard)

that the lapli (rain)

turned into legliz (church)

My country of thee I break

Of which I love

And break when they take you by your neck

after they’ve raped you down the waist

A country may not always be safe

but for some people it is home

My country,

Thy name I love

Our fathers’ God to thee

Long as you remain

I’ll bleed it in my ovaries