The_Fresh_Prince

Now this is a story all bout how my life got twisted upside down. And I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there. I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air. In west Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground’s where I spent most of my days. Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool, and shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys, they were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, “You’re moving 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 could say that this cab was rare. But, I thought, “Nah, forget it. Yo homes to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house around seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, “Yo, homes, smell you later!” Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.