Sons of liberty

Track: The Sons of Liberty [Intro] Yeah… they keep pushing, thinking we’ll stay disarmed and asleep, But the blood still remembers how this country was supposed to be kept. They took the land, the culture, and now they want the guns too, Whiteside the Racist — we telling them exactly what the fuck we gon’ do. [Hook 1] Sons of Liberty, we locked and we loaded, Guns in the hands of the ones who still hold it. Sons of Liberty, national pride in the chest, Civil war ready if they keep failing the test. [Verse 1] They want us stripped of every rifle and every round, So we can’t defend the ground when they burn our cities down. I see the pattern — they disarm the people then they tighten the noose, Turn the country into a prison while they call it progress and truth. We the ones who built this bitch from the dirt and the blood, Now they handing it over to the ones who never gave a fuck. I keep the steel close ‘cause I don’t trust the direction they steering, They flooded the borders and now they want the guns we been clearing. National pride ain’t a crime, it’s the only thing keeping us sane, While they celebrate the day that the original stock gets replaced in the chain. I’m the syllable blade with the venom behind every word, Sons of Liberty — we the ones who still got the nerve. [Hook 2] Sons of Liberty, we locked and we loaded, Guns in the hands of the ones who still hold it. Sons of Liberty, national pride in the chest, Civil war ready if they keep failing the test. [Verse 2] They can pass all the laws they want, it don’t mean shit to me, I keep the magazines stacked ‘cause I don’t trust what I see. They got the media pushing the narrative that we the threat, While they import the ones who actually want us dead. National pride used to mean something before they turned it into a sin, Now they shame you for loving the country your people built from within. I see the writing on the wall and it ain’t looking too pretty, They want the guns gone so the takeover can finish quickly. I keep the ammo ready and the mind even sharper, ‘Cause when it pops off, I don’t plan on being the martyr. Sons of Liberty — that’s the spirit they can’t kill, Even when they try to disarm us and bend us to their will. [Hook 3] Sons of Liberty, we locked and we loaded, Guns in the hands of the ones who still hold it. Sons of Liberty, national pride in the chest, Civil war ready if they keep failing the test. [Verse 3] They can call it extremism when we say we won’t be disarmed, But history shows what happens when a people lose the right to bear arms. They want the country weak, dependent, and easy to control, While they hand the keys to the ones who don’t share the soul. I keep the steel close and the mind on the same page, ‘Cause I don’t plan on being a slave in my own fucking cage. National pride ain’t hate, it’s the last line of defense, When they come for everything your people ever built and made sense. I see the storm coming and I’m preparing for the rain, Sons of Liberty — we the ones who still feel the pain. [Verse 4] They can pass the bills, they can send the feds to the door, But the spirit don’t die when the people still want war. I keep the magazines full and the mind even colder, ‘Cause I don’t trust the direction this country is getting older. Sons of Liberty — that’s the energy we keeping alive, Even when they try to bury it and act like we died. We the last ones standing with the rifles and the pride, And we ain’t giving them up ‘til the day that we die. [Outro] Sons of Liberty… Guns loaded… National pride intact… Civil war ready if they keep pushing back. We the people… And we ain’t going out like that. FUCK PEACE......VIOLENCE SOLVES ERRYTHANG....WHITESIIIIIIIDE THE RACIST