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It beats rhythmically with birds melodies.
In the black continent-
By the morning breeze.
It will make you dance-
When you go brush teeth
-when you prepare that deliciously breakfast
Ill be blessing you with my African drum
This is the drum that makes noise not
Yet listens to your feelings
This is a drum that is listened not
Only at funerals, parties, weddings, etc
Yet even by other heart somewhere.
This is the beat, the beat that stops not
Unless if I’m dying, if I’m died
My African drum produces hit African beats,
That your African heart enjoys this African rhyme-beat
This is an African drum that felt
you moving, shaking with my beats,
I so Beatles,
You moving, shaking so beatful, beautiful you looked
This is an African drum that needs
No heat 4it 2b beatful.
With you by my side, its always red so moist.
This is my African drum that makes me feel you,
That keeps me alive.
Without it I’m a pole, I so dead.
This is my African drum,
IT'S MY HEART, AFRICAN HEART
mr.nice
Stephen Raseona
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Thursday, November 26, 2009 |
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