Stand for the Flag (Even If You Don’t)

(Intro – Spoken, acoustic guitar strumming low)

That ain’t just a flag.

That’s blood, battle, and backbone.

My granddad fought.

My old man and I? We served in the Navy.

My cousin and her husband? Marines.

So yeah… burn it if you want.

But don’t expect me to stay quiet.

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(Verse 1 – Country Flow)

I see stars and stripes blowin’ proud in the sky,

And I think of the ones who had to bleed and die.

My granddad fought, my father sailed too,

Navy strong—yeah, I wore that blue.

My cousin and her man? They wore the green,

Marines stand tall, tough, proud, and mean.

So don’t tell me it’s just some cloth,

It’s blood and grit and what freedom cost.

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(Hook – Country Rap Blend)

Stand for the flag, even if you don’t,

Respect this land, even if you won’t.

You got freedom? Yeah, thank the brave—

Not your hashtags or your college rave.

You burn that flag, you make your point—

But don’t act shocked when I get annoyed.

You got the right—but I got mine too,

To say fuck that noise, and God bless the red, white, and blue.

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(Verse 2 – Rap)

How you fly another flag over U.S. dirt,

Then light ours up like we ain’t been hurt?

You talk oppression from your iPhone screen,

While real heroes lie where the grass stays green.

I ain’t mad you got the right to shout,

But spit on the flag, and I’m callin’ you out.

We took oaths, we served, we bled,

While you play victim from a dorm room bed.

I fought for your right to wave what you choose,

But I’ll die for mine if I have to too.

This land ain’t perfect, but it’s still my own,

And I’ll defend it loud till I’m dead and gone.

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(Hook – Country Rap Blend)

Stand for the flag, even if you don’t,

Respect this land, even if you won’t.

You got freedom? Yeah, thank the brave—

Not your TikTok tears or your street parade.

You burn that flag, you make your point—

But don’t act shocked when I get annoyed.

You got the right—but I got mine too,

To say fuck that noise, and God bless the red, white, and blue.

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(Bridge – Spoken, slow fiddle and guitar under tone)

They hand a folded flag to a grieving wife…

Or a child too young to understand.

I’ve seen it.

So don’t talk to me about what that flag means—

Unless you’ve stood watch while it flew.

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(Verse 3 – Country Flow)

I still raise mine every morning light,

And fold it down slow at the edge of night.

It don’t ask much, just a little respect,

For the freedom you got and the lives it protects.

You kneel if you want, that’s your call,

But I’ll be the one still standin’ tall.

With a hand on my chest, hat off my head,

For the ones in uniform, living and dead.

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(Final Hook – Full Power)

Stand for the flag, even if you don’t,

Respect this land, even if you won’t.

You got freedom? Yeah, thank the brave—

Not your slogans or the signs you wave.

You burn that flag, you make your point—

But don’t act shocked when I get annoyed.

You got the right—but I got mine too,

To say fuck that noise, and God bless the red, white, and blue.

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(Outro – Spoken)

We all got opinions.

But some of us paid f