Tshegofatso

The music beats you play 
sani! Soon fills the
monsoons and typhoons
that make cool fools drool
with envy my sun and moon
you mob my soul with your
thunder-smile my Daks of
London, my warm place of
happiness you move my
groove this way that way
one year here one year there.
But its alright with me if its
alright with you my deep
house beat my best friend my big
and fluffy panda bear. I miss
you none the less yourself,
Tshegofatso. Keep setting my
Black soul on soul-fire, esquire.