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
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