Bring Back Our Gold Coast
Bring Back Our Gold Coast Good bye Gold coast I really owe you a toast Walking down your seacoast Of you I will forever boast I have missed you old friend Of my forefather "Lang lana" Will I see you before the end of your second life Ghana She is all grown now Her breast well stocked in her dress Her beautiful shea buttered skin Win the hearts of kings The small pots in her back Compliments her mighty hips Like watermelons in a sack Which every man worships Now she has a broken moment at hand Memories you left are getting lost Her dreams flooded under the sand Just water remains in her eyelids She has been defiled a million times Still going through difficult times She is pregnant without a husband Taunted in her own land In the walls of my beating heart Are memories of your beauty I look at the stars all night With the hope of having you in sight To die is part of nature To dissappear will torture You can pang me and flee Just don'