I got texted this the other day and probably could fit into this forum topic too, but I will keep it separate.

Fresh Prince of Kashmir

In Jhelum born & Raised,
in the mud is where I spent most of my days.

Chillin out, relaxing & Eating some roti,
chatn to the kuris while drinking some lassi.

When a couple of Gunda's who were no good,
started some "Dhusham!Dhusham!" in my neighbourhood.

They made a right old mess @ my pops got scared
"You're moving to your masi's in Mirpur instead!"

So I whistled for a Rickshaw, it came the next day,
Told him where to go & I weren't going to pay.

I knew I smelt sumthing, it was the oil in his hair,
it anything, but I thought "Bale! Bale! Bale!"

I pulled up to a house about 1 or 2,
got out and stepped on some poo.

Looked at my kingdom - I was finally there,
to sit on the maji & breathe sweet desi air.