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Sekou Sacko Markala by Ibrahima

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Sekou Sacko Markala

Afrobeat

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Dust kicks up where Sekou walks, heartbeat in the heat of the sun,
A shadow taller than the baobab tree, roots deep, a battle won.
Streets hum with his stories, worn shoes dance on cracked clay,
Fingers snap, drums call, nights stretch, chasing dawn’s first ray.
When the market’s a river flowing strong with color and sound,
Sekou’s voice cuts through, a lighthouse standing its ground.
Sekou Sacko Markala, fire in each step you take,
Breaking chains and setting sails, a world you’re here to remake.
From the dust to the skyline, your story’s loud and clear,
Sekou Sacko Markala, we rise whenever you are near.
Rain falls hard on tin roofs, but won’t wash away the fight,
Calloused hands weave future, stitching day into night.
Eyes like polished amber, reflecting hopes and fears,
Sekou’s stride is thunder, marking time through the years,
Through the chatter and the silence, his heart beats a rhythm strong,
In every whisper secret, in every shouted tone,
Sekou Sacko Markala, fire in each step you take,
Breaking chains and setting sails, a world you’re here to remake.
From the dust to the skyline, your story’s loud and clear,
Sekou Sacko Markala, we rise whenever you are near.
Underneath the white sky stretch, where the stars keep their watch,
Sekou moves like a story, never ready to stop.
Dust and sweat and laughter, the pulse of a thousand dreams,
In every beat of the drum, he is more than what he seems,
Sekou Sacko Markala, fire in each step you take,
Breaking chains and setting sails, a world you’re here to remake.
From the dust to the skyline, your story’s loud and clear,
Sekou Sacko Markala, we rise whenever you are near.
And when the day fades whiter, and the night pulls its veil tight,
Sekou’s name rolls like thunder, glowing softly in the twilight.