Hello,

I don't like writing about something serious because I like to keep my personal life private, but this time it affects me personally that I need to let it out. So this is a story all about how my life got flipped turned 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 is 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 little fight and my mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket, I put my Walkman on and said "I might as well kick it" first class, yo, this is bad, drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass! Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like hmm, this might be all right but wait, I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, and all that is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat?

I don't think so, I'll see when I get there, I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel-Air.

Well, uh the plane landed and when I came out. There was a dude, looked like a cop, standing there with my name out

I ain't trying to get arrested yet, I just got here, I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared. 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, Holmes, to Bel-Air!"

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight

And I yelled to the cabbie "Yo', Holmes, smell ya later" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air.

Thanks for reading my situation.