This is a vaar all about how
My dunya got flipped-turned upside down
And i liked to give a bayaan
so sit right there
i’ll tell you how I became the imam of a town called Bulwer
In west Isipingo born and raised
In the musjid was where i spent most of my days
Chillin out prayin recitin all cool
And making whudu by the taps in the school
When a couple of jerks
They were full of zulm
Startin makin trouble in my daarul uloom
I got in one lil speech and my ma got skrik
She made me one taaweez and shipped me off to a farm called bulwer
I made dua for a lift
And when one came near
The license plate said 786 and a tasbeeh from the mirror
Blasting Uwais Qadri without so much as a care
I jumped in and said bismillah, home to bulwer
I rocked up for esha about five to eight
And i told my ride shukran, jazakallah mate
I looked at the jamaat khana
I was finally there
To sit on the mimbar as the Imam of Bulwer.
MJ
(if you havent guessed it by now this is a parody of 'Fresh Prince of Bel-Air' by Will Smith)
