A little story

Now, this is the story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there and I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air.

In west Philadelphia I was born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, shooting some b-ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys that were up in no good, started making trouble in my neighbourhood. I got in one little fight and my mum got scared. She said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I begged and pleaded with her the other day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and she gave me my ticket, I put my walkman on and said "I might as well kick it!"

"First class, yo this ain't bad." Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. "Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like? Hmm this might be alright!"

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the Licence plate said "Fresh" and it had a dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Aww forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight then I yelled to the cabby "Yo homes, smell you later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to set on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.


Yes, you just got Bel-Air'd.

On another note, I'm thinking about doing another Skype contact blog. Think of it as a "Part 2" so that might be up soon...