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Hear Hear, this is the tale, strictly about how, my existence
got rotated, to an angle undecipherable to man.
And I should rather like to take time, I ask you to remain
seated, and I’ll tell you how I became the prince of Bel-Air.
I was given my life in the western sector of Philadelphia
And I spent many a day outside on the yard that was to be
used only for playing upon
Acting trendy and relaxing was the main orders for the day
And perhaps a game of basketball would break out from time
to time outside of the educational facility.
Alas, trouble arose, a number of my peers happened to have
evil conspirings at the time of our game; confined in my neighbourhood, my
place of living.
Fisticuffs were their game, and my mother was not best
pleased to say the least.
She told me I was to go and reside with my Aunt and uncle,
in a town named Bel Air.
I wasn’t about to have her decision to rule all; so I pleaded
for her to allow me to stay at my home.
However, my belongings were put into hard travel-cases and I
was to leave.
She gave me a peck on the cheek, and also my ticket was
gifted unto me, and I allowed my personal music playing device to play and said
“One might as well enjoy it whilst one is capable.”
I travelled first class, and thought “hmm, this is rather
satisfactory”
Orange juice, my favoured beverage, was being served to me
in champagne glasses.
I asked myself, “is this how I shall be expected to live in
my future residence? one would hope this to be the truth”
However, I’d heard many a tale of Bel Air; the boys were
very much like girls, as they sipped wine and similar beverages.
I started to question whether or not it was the correct
place for me to reside.
I thought to myself “I must see for myself, however, I hope
they’re prepared for the ruckus this young prince shall bring unto them”
The plane landed and I departed, and I was shocked to
discover a gentleman who appeared much like a policeman, holding a cheap sign
with my name written upon it.
I didn’t much take to the idea of being held under arrest, after
all, I had just arrived, so I swiftly escaped his clutches, to safety I
thought.
I quickly asked for a transportation device to take me to my
new destination
When it came close, I noticed that the licence plate was
inscribed with “fresh” and there were cheap furry dice in the mirror
I thought that the opportunity to ride in such a pimpmobile
wasn’t going to be given to me on a daily basis, so without questioning; I
hastily embarked on my journey, to Bel Air, in said vehicle.
I came to a stop at around 7 in the evening, perhaps even 8
o’clock
And I said my goodbyes to the humble Taxi Driver
I looked towards my new residence and I had arrived
To sit on my throne
As the prince of Bel Air.
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