Southern Cross

Southern Pride

I'll fly my flag til the day I die, Its not hate, its Southern pride! Show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride.
 
My flag does not see color and it can not hate. It doesnt cast blame or discriminate. So why must you attack it for something it aint?
That southern cross we fly so high, is to honors those who fought and died. 
It shouldnt be something we have to hide and we cant let it be just cast aside.
 
Ill fly my flag til the day i die. Its not hate, its southern pride. Show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride.
 
Now some may say its racist and we hear it on a daily basis. But thats just not what the case is. Yes, its been used like this, but only by people of ignorance. 
That southern cross of red, white and blue was never made to offend you. It stands for something pure and true and To be a reminder of what, We the People, can do.
 
I'll fly my flag til the day i die. Its not hate, its southern pride. Show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride.
 
They say history repeats itself and its happening now across the common wealth. Governments only caring about themself, stealin' and taxin' til we have nothin' left.
We the People are fed up, of being ran by people so corrupt. It's time now to wake up, for our rights We need to stand up and come together and Rise up.
 
Wake up! Stand up! Rise up! Southern Pride!(×3)
 
I'll fly my flag til the day I die. It's not hate, it's Southern Pride. So show it off, no need to hide, its a beautiful thing, this Southern Pride. Yea, that Sweet Southern Pride!! 
 
 
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Hope you like it ♡

In my head its country/rap type lyrics with country/rock type music. One day I'll put the 3 together and make a YouTube video... maybe lol... Im kinda shy.

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Our Thin Blue Flag

The mast wore yellow in the sun an' rain,
the flag wore thin to see straight through,
the reason that it rose is long forgot,
the reason why stays stays true,

with only the earth to keep our truth,
and only the heavens to store our hope,
somewhere in between, on a rusted mast,
on a taught and fraying rope,

flies the thin blue flag against the sky,
with love and pride and sorrow,
to shoulder all our pain of past,
and hopes of our tomorrow,

so whether feeling love or loss,
or whether good or bad,
above you flies the southern cross
upon our thin blue flag.