In moulaviBazaar i was Born n Raised In The Tin House Is Where I Spent Most Of My Days Chilling & Relaxing & Eating Some Hutki Chirpsin The Kamla Bete`s While Drinking Some dirty fani. When A Couple Of Mullah`s Who Were Up To no Good Started "Doing zadoo" In My Neighbourhood They Made A Right Old Mess & My Amma Got Scared You're Moving To Your Mama`s In Sylhet Instead I Whistled For A Rikshaw, It Came The Next Day Told Him Where To Go & I Weren't Gonna Pay I Knew I Smelt Something - It Was The Thel In His Hair If Anything But I Thought duro! My bari�s over there I Pulled Up To A House About One Or Two Got Out The Rikshaw & Stepped in to a drain Looked At My Kingdom I Was Finally There To Sit on My Mura and Breathe The Sweet Bangla Air!!