My First Teacher Lyrics – Ibn Ali Miller
Singer: Ibn Ali Miller
Title: My First Teacher
Bismillah
Salam alaykum homie, how’s it goin’?
I’m in london on my way to birmingham, i’m out here tourin’
I’m in england, homie, tryna do good
Tell people about the one god, you taught us ’bout in the hood
When i was young you used to brush my hair for school
And get me dressed, {?} used to tie my shoes
He’s 11, i’m like 6, my little brother radi too is 96 and
It broke your heart you had to send radi out of school
Do you remember, when you told me grandma margeret died
And i asked you like “ain’t death, that’s where my dad live?”
You said “yeah, well, somеthing like that
But son don’t shed no tears, causе one day you gon’ be there”
So, i didn’t cry tears that night
But i cried a lot of tears throughout my life
When i realised what death is
And on days when i was really doing bad
When i was really feelin’ sad, because i really missed my dad
You would tickle me beneath my chest and i would say
“stop that’s funny mommy, that’s my tummy mommy”
I really love you mommy, and now that i’m grown
I’m sorry for my young thuggin’ mommy
’cause we were just tryna get this cash money, mommy
’round the same time that lil’ wayne went to jail
That comeback season don’t comeback even
And ain’t no coming back from hell
Salam alaykum homie, how’s it goin’?
I’m in liverpool on penny lane, mom, i’m out here tourin’
I’m in britain homie, tryna do good
Tell people ’bout the last prophet, you taught us ’bout in the hood
I found a teacher homie, sheikh abdul kareem
He taught me all the answers that i need, was in the deen
“their beloved son”. he told me “try not to be famous!”
And sheikh ibrahim osi-efa
We rode through the countryside while talking on a beautiful day
On the north of britain, he told me “pay attention
It ain’t ’bout insta, religion’s ’bout how you livin'”
And {?}
He been with me from the start, he in my heart
We could never be apart, that’s my dawg
’cause he taught me about wudū’, he taught me ’bout qiyām
Rukūʿ, jalsa and sujūd
And he taught me about tuma’ninah
You know that part i the prayer, when you pause and you stop
And you connect with god
And there’s a lot i can say in my heart about my uncle assad
He’s doin’ 10 years again, he’s 53 years old
But he’s the one i love the most, may god save his soul
’cause he recited the adhan when i was born
But he had a hard time raisin’ the children that he {?}, so
And i’m out here momma, me and my boys, we in the hood
And none of us had fivers and only some moms were good
So i’m pray allah, he bless our parents and teachers
With green springs and fragrances of oud
Salam alaykum homie, how’s it goin’?
I’m in jfk, baggage claim, mom, i made it home
Back in the america, just tryna do good
Bring what i learned around the world, right back to the hood
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