"Last Cowboy"

 

By Arcassin B 

Good riddens, Good riddens,
Too golden , too godly to pray,
My last , my last,
don't strike the awakening way,
Babylon , Babylon,
too swift, can't catch me today,
The eye , the eye,
Blessings all on me okay,

golden crisp brown skin people try to be good to the ones that hate them,
Oppressed ones like us, try the kindness thing to comfort them,
We can only be so nice for so long but it seems everything is a plot to them,
Well we the people that they plot on made this damn country,
that's a secret to them,
Bet you didn't know that huh? But you did that's why you won't admit it,
We're the descendants of Egypt,
Hillbillies get sea sick,
every brown person in this world related to the shift,
I think it's all a gift,
Especially in me , so I'm grab my hat, fix the saddle and continue to keep riding till I'm lifted.

Good riddens, Good riddens,
Too golden , too godly to pray,
My last , my last,
don't strike the awakening way,
Babylon , Babylon,
too swift, can't catch me today,
The eye , the eye,
Blessings all on me okay.