Snakebit
By Jami Cooper
I been snake-bit
I been hard-hit
And this desert weather
Never calls for rain
You said the rebels dwell
In a dry land
I been sifting sand
Ever since that day
Where will my help,
Where will my help come from?
Now that I’ve turned my back,
Now that I’m on the run
Where will my help,
Where will my help come from?
Now that I’ve turned my back,
Now that I’m on the run
Who will come
looking for me?
Now I’m surrounded
My prowess is out-did
I am overcome, I’m bound
And I’m chained
Where will my help,
Where will my help come from?
Now that I’ve turned my back
Now that I’m on the run
Where will my help,
Where will my help come from?
Now that I’ve turned my back,
Now that I’m on the run
Who will come
looking for me?