I was born and raised in West Philadelphia. I preferred to spend my time
on the playgrounds, cooling my nerves and relaxing my mind,
while partaking in a game of basketball near the elementary school. But one day, two men
were up to nefarious deeds, causing trouble in my community. I engaged only
one instance fisticuffs, but it frightened the woman who had born me from
her womb. And so, I was sent to live with my mother's brother (from the
same mother) and his wife in the economically advantaged town of Bel-Air.
I summoned a cab, and upon its approach, it's license plate read "Fresh"
and I noticed 6 sided die hanging from the mirror. If I could say anything
at all, I would say that this cab was queer.
But I cast aside my doubts,
and said, "Dear comrade, to Bel-Air!" We pulled up to the house in the
evening time, I shouted to the driver that his scent should grace my nose
at a later date.
I gazed upon my kingdom; finally, I had arrived. I took my throne as
the Prince of Bel-Air.