Ameica ain't mine

if I belong

to the wind and rain

My state ain't mne

random people screaming in the streets

California so united, so divided

We love you, we discard the screamers

We love our mission

tell Trumperica to screw it

Trumperica bleeds at the edges

but it's so red, where's the wound?

Trumperica, far away, far gone,

California still stands strong