Don’t Tread On Me
Sabers rattle, drummers drum,
as something wicked our way
Turn out the lights boys, close
This is the one you’ve waited for.
This time they come to steal our
our homes, our lives our baby
To kill our brothers in the
False eyes to Allah must concede.
This time the signs are in the
so choose the lines of truth and
No longer will we bend at knees,
but remember our fathers' “Don’t
tread on me”.
We will not flinch. We’ll forge as
Death to enemies of good and
We’ll stay the course and tow
God help the ones, who cross the
We’ll die for what we know is
Seeking FREEDOM in all we do.
God bless this fight and see us through.
America forever … red, white and