I’ll stand my ground and die on it if need be. Running ain’t my style.
I can’t imagine leaving my Country.
(I’m having a hard time committing to even leaving my State, Freak-State that it is...)
Those are where my roots, ideals and love are.
Ill stand my ground and die on it if need be. Running aint my style.
I guess we’ll stand together then. My ancestors have been here before this country was a nation. I won’t dishonor their sacrifices by running.