africa

The AK47 Finally Rests

This song. This song was the anthem in town & in the villages. People would automatically jump outta their seats, shout in the name of singing along, put their hands up in the air, some would blow their horns, others would sip on their liquor while some would pour it on the ground for the ancestors underground while there were those that would puff on their blunts. Some would actually breakdown & cry. The emotions would be too strong.
This song. This song. Was the anthem. In the ghetto it was like a war cry. In remembrance of the young fallen soldier who hailed from a family of great musicians. His loss was an epitome of grief. Pain. Sorrow.
At a time when his career was preparing off the launch pad, God thought it better to have him by His side. R.I.P AK47. Tukikolemu

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s