笨小笨Boxing Day歌词由MNIB演唱，出自专辑《Uncle Bobby (Explicit)》，下面是《Boxing Day》完整版歌词！
Boxing Day歌词完整版
This is a story about
A boy named bilal
Born as a slave under
White arab supremacy in mecca
You see
In the early years of islam
He was a companion
Of the prophet muhammad
Peace be upon him
But what many do not know
Is the racism bilal
Endured even as a muslim
So you see, this slave bilal
Even though he was the son
Of an abyssinian princess
He was traded for three pagan slaves
A man, his wife and their daughter
Because slavery knows no honour
An' even though his gift was the voice
That called other muslims to prayer
He was looked at and treated
No different then the modern
Day children of israel
But bilal an' his gift
Was a sign that paved the way
The story of bilal applies
To the bilal's of today (listen)
He was described as being handsome
Impressive in stature
With a deep brown complexion
Eyes that sparkled like diamonds
A fine nose
Whatever that is
And bright skin that glowed
Gifted with that deep, soulful
Melodic, resonant voice
You see this boy named bilal
As a man he grew a beard
Kinda' thin on both cheeks
Unlike the thickness of his wisdom
A one of a kind-kinda' dignity
Self esteem to match it
Persecution worse than slaughter?
How bilal survived was magic
He was tortured
Paraded in the streets
Dragged round mecca
Even the kids that mocked
He never buckled under pressure
Staring death in the face
Bilal would never give his faith
Whips an' beatings came
His limbs were bound to stakes
They spread his arms out like an eagle
On the arabian sands
Under the scorching desert sun
Bilal refused to recant
An' then umayyah ordered
A hot boulder be placed on his chest
An' when the prophet found
Out this is what happened next (aaaah)
He commanded abu bakr
With the task of negotiation
He swapped those three pagan
Slaves for bilal's emancipation
What ever happened to those slaves
I guess never made it to the narrative
But bilal would rise to prominence
As the minister of the treasury
Distribution of mecca's wealth
He would give to the widows
Charity to the orphans
Hand out rations to the traveller
If they couldn't help themselves
Mr. Bilal was on the scene
Mr. Bilal was doing deeds
Mr. Bilal was what they need (breathe)
Regardless of the school of thought
They all agree, bilal
Gave the first call to prayer
That made you all bow in salah
Bless that child of medina
Who had a vision about
The human voice
Once he heard
The words to prayer
Presented muhammad
With the choice (hey!)
An' that child of medina
Was abdullah ibn ziyad
Once muhammad adopted the idea
Yo' he called upon bilal
Then muhammad taught bilal adhan
Rejected by the shias
Same angel taught him
How to pray also taught
Him what to say (hey!)
Whatever the line
Of thought you believe
Remember this today
Cuz' the story of bilal
Is going down with all the greats
Every bilal alive today
I challenge all of you to say
The truth to power
You must rebuke
The daily devil of the day
Be you in this world
But not conformed to it
Let 'em scorn you for it
Stay humble in the faith
As you challenge the opposition
Yes your name carries weight
Held in high regards with honour
Bilal for all time, even in death
He lives forever mnib
(I done all my words wrong)
