Fun parody of fresh prince.
In West Mogadishu born and raised, in the mud house where I spent most of days.
Chilling out, relaxing and eating some bataato, chatting to mataano while drinking of some caano.
When a couple of shabab who were up to no good started making dhibaato in my neighbourhood.
They made a right old mess and Hooyo got scared. she said 'Your moving to your adeer in Berbera instead.
So I whistled for a taksii, it came the next day, told him where to go and I weren't going to pay.
I knew I smelt something, it was the siliid in his hair if anything but I though ''goobilow gobile''!
I pulled up to a house about one or two, got out of the taksii and stepped on a skinny dude. Looking at my Kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my Kursi and breathe sweet Berbera air.
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