donald kuutsi

Rookie - 363 Points (HARARE, Zimbabwe / 9 july 1991)

Falcons Family Anthem R.A.P #high Note#[collaboration With Zoey Hastings ] - Poem by donald kuutsi

We are,
Who we are,
We are never late when it comes to the GAME,
We don't stack paper to the ceiling,
But we are living it up,
We party without any limits,
Only the sky is our limit,
Everyday its party in Falcons mansion
Where we lose control on the dance floor,
High like satellites,
We don't take any crack, dope &Hennessey,
To boost up our energy,
Haters talk sh*t yet they don't know sh*t
We play our beat loud,
They can't hear it because they are old,
We are always hooked up high with the ‘'HAPPINESS DRUG ‘'
Rolling the dices under the table,
Even in the dark,
Life of Don,
Lights keep glowin'

We do it for the love of the game
Doing it for the belt,
We don't do it for the paper,
Haters want to sea the titanic sinking
Trying to hit us,
Yet we have caliber wounds,
If they bring the beef, we are prepared to eat
We can race in the sand storm without any goggles,
Our eyes are wider than the falcons we can see clearly,
We don't need bands to make us dance,
We don't need any beat to fall in a trance,
We can roll the dice,
We can sing with Mbira, violins and xylophone
Party don't stop till we walk in,
Whenever we take the dance floor,
Cameras flash so much as we take over the floor,
Only the rhythm, like a sonic bang will let you know we are in the building,
We are not worried about completion,
We are in our own race,
Keeping it on low keys

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 15, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, March 15, 2013

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