Georgia you are so beautiful to me
Don't you know
When you smile the whole world smile with you
When you are sad I cry with you
Georgia I know that you just can't be happy all the time
Georgia you are never alone in this world
Because God is looking after you
God feeds you every day
And you won't ever starve
Georgia you will never be thirsty
Because God gives you water to drink every day
Georgia God gave you clothes to wear every day
And I know that you wear the clothes that God gave you
Georgia I know that you are always praying to God
And God is always answering your prayers
Georgia God loves you also
And Georgia I know that you love God also
Georgia are you grateful for the things you have?
Georgia you have health
Georgia you are rich in spirit only
But not in money
Georgia you need to go out and make friends
Because you can't live without friends
Also it is not good to live in Isolation
Georgia you need to love people
And also people will love you
Georgia you need to respect people
Georgia you will not past away today
Georgia you still have a life to live here on earth

Georgia.
Three years under my feet sat
Georgia.
She wasn’t my mother,
My sister,
My aunt,
Or my cousin’s best friend’s transgender brother.

Georgia
Was 59, 425 square miles of home.
Family.
A place for unconditional love to roam.

Georgia
Was familiar,
Like the smell of my mother’s perfume,
Or my oldest family heirloom.

Georgia
Stretched as wide as she could
Until one hand met the ocean
And the other held hands with Alabama,
Their history together still slightly filled with tension.

Georgia
Bumped shoulders with South Carolina,
Each unaware of the changes that were about to take place
A fifteen year long path they could never retrace.

The Donald went down to Georgia
He was lookin' for a state to steal
He was angrily blind 'cause he was way behind
And he was lookin to make ah deal
When he came across this Q man
Sawin' on Twitter and layin' plots

And the Donald jumped upon a hickory stump
And said, "Q let me tell you what"
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a Twitter tweeter too
And if you'd care to take my fare, I'll Twitter follow you

Now you lay pretty good tweets, Q, but give the Donald his due
I'll bet a Tower of gold for your soul
'Cause I think your tweets are cool"

The Q said, "My game's phony, and it might be a sin
But I'll take your bet, you won't regret
'Cause my tweets'll ensure you win

Q, fire up your phone and type your Twitter hard
'Cause Hell's broke loose in Georgia and the Donald deals the cards
And if I win, you get this shiny Tower made of gold
But if you lose, the Donald gets your soul

The Donald opened up his cell and he said, "I'll start this show"
And fire flew from his thumb tips as he tweeted just for show
And he pulled his thoughts across word streams and he made a evil hiss
And a band of MAGAs joined in, and they tweeted somethin' like this

When the Donald finished
Q said, "Well, you're pretty good ol' Don
But sit down in that chair right there
And let me show you how tweet's done"

"Biden's in the Basement", run, boys, run
The Donald's in the Whitehouse having fun
Ivanka's in the West Wing makin' dough
Jared, do your thoughts bite? No, Don, no

The Donald bowed his head because he knew that Q could tweet
And he laid that golden Tower at the ground of Q's feet
Q said, "Donald, just don't concede if you ever wanna win again

I done tweeted you once, you *******
Cuz my tweets will make you win" he played
"Biden's in the Basement", run, boys, run
The Donald's in the Whitehouse having fun
Ivanka's in the West Wing makin' dough
Jared, do your thoughts bite? No, Don, no