No one's looking after you

I just discovered this amazing ugandan musician, Maurice Kirya, and I had to share his songs here.

Don't miss this extremely tender piece: Malaika (means Angel, I've listening it the whole morning, love it), and Angels carried me. I'm having a beautiful time listening to his melodies, however, I still disagree in a couple of lines: I think that everyone has a price, and angels don't exist. As sad as it may sound, dear Maurice.