Soulful Sunday Groove (Remix)
A song made by Mojalefa Magae
Soulful Sunday Groove (Remix)
A song made by Mojalefa Magae
Intro)
(Sound of chalk on a cue, then a sharp break)
Yeah. You see the logo on the flyer, right?
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This is MojaHomes Pool Culture.
We don't just play; we pay homage.
And tonight, we salute the man himself.
Softlife. Let’s take them to school.
(Verse 1)
It’s July 18th, the date is locked in,
Motown Live Tavern, let the games begin.
Twelve pairs strong, they answered the call,
Stepped into the ring, ready to ball.
From Zone 1 to the world, hear the cue sticks crack,
They moved mountains and valleys to have your back.
For the love of the game, for the respect of the felt,
But mostly for the Don, the one they call Softlife.
(Refrain: It’s the Pool Culture way. The Softlife way.)
(Chorus)
Twelve teams deep, yeah, they came to play,
On a Saturday night, in a major way.
Through the Scotch Doubles heat, they fought and they died,
Just to honor the legend, riding side-by-side.
From the first break shot to the final 8-ball,
They conquered it all, they stood tall.
For Tiger the man, the one they adore,
This is their salute, from the tavern floor!
(Verse 2)
Let’s call the roll, let the people hear their names,
The warriors of the cloth, the kings of the games:
Starting with Tiger and Malaza, setting the pace,
Then Mafenetha and Lucky, they came to take place.
Selaotswe n Nico, they bring that steady heat,
Bonakele n Jubstar, a team hard to beat.
Fakary n Kuna, spinning the rock,
Zane n Kgeleke, they open the lock.
Folo n Seun, the veterans’ touch,
Khotso(Sky) n Boikanyo, they know too much (about that spin!).
Eric and Master, they hold up their end,
Ona and Bafana, a formidable blend.
Vuyo n Tshidiso, smooth on the draw,
Ernest n kg, the final straw!
(Bridge)
They faced every break, they ran every rack,
Not looking forward, not looking back.
They paid their affiliation, R200 a team,
To live out the Softlife pool dream.
The trophy is waiting, silver or gold,
But the real prize is the story that’s told.
Of twelve brotherhoods, twelve bonds of steel,
This is the legacy, this is the real!
(Chorus)
Twelve teams deep, yeah, they came to play,
On a Saturday night, in a major way.
Through the Scotch Doubles heat, they fought and they died,
Just to honor the legend, riding side-by-side.
From the first break shot to the final 8-ball,
They conquered it all, they stood tall.
For Tiger the man, the one they adore,
This is their salute, from the tavern floor!
(Outro)
Respect to the teams.
Respect to MojaHomes Pool Culture.
And maximum respect to you, Softlife.
Motown Live, we out.
(Fades with the sound of a perfect bank shot into the corner pocket)
