Fresh

This is a story all about how my life got twisted upside down. And I liked to take a minute and sit right there and tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel Air. In west Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days.

Chillin’ out maxin’ relaxin’ all cool and all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good. Started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one lil fight and my mom got scared, she said your movin’ with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I can say this cab is rare, but I thought naw forget it yo homes to Bel Air I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cab, yo homes smell ya later. I looked at my kingdom I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.

6 Responses to “Fresh”


  1. 1 Mr Lady Says:
    August 13th, 2008 at 1:23 pm

    You’re a looney.


  2. 2 Mr Lady Says:
    August 13th, 2008 at 1:24 pm

    You’re a looney who’s posts eat my comments/


  3. 3 Mr Lady Says:
    August 13th, 2008 at 1:24 pm

    Nevermind.


  4. 4 teahouseblossom Says:
    August 13th, 2008 at 6:51 pm

    Take it from me, parents just don’t understand!


  5. 5 gijyun Says:
    August 18th, 2008 at 10:41 am

    for all intents and purposes, West Philadelphia is capitalized. kick it:
     
     
    summa summa summa time….
     
     
     
     


  6. 6 Anne C. Says:
    August 29th, 2008 at 8:26 am

    That young rapper will go far, mark my words…

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