Bio

About Me
Since you somehow managed to make it here, I'd like to tell all about how my life got flipped-turned upside down, and I like to take a minute just sit right there, and tell 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. Chilling out, maxing relaxing all cool, and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who 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 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 on my walkman and 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 prissy bourgeois and all that. Is this the type of place 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 ah, the plane landed and when I came out, there was a dude that looked like a cop, standing with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet I just got here, I sprang with 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 can say this cab was rare, but I thought nah, forget it "Yo holmes, to Bel-Air!". I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!". I looked at my kingdom and I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the fresh prince of Bel-Air.



Exciting story huh? Well if you made it this far, PM me for your reward.