This is the story...
I used to enjoy hanging around after school as a teenager playing basketball with my buddies on the playground at the end of the day. This was great most the time, until that day where some twats came on and started harrassing us while we were having fun.
They started by taunting me as I made shots at the basket, jeering everytime I missed. I shrugged it off as normal behaviour. They continued over the week creating as much nuisance as possible with graffiti and intimidation etc. I dealt with it a lot from them for a while.
But soon enough it took on a more violent character. I was getting shoved around. Normally I back away, but this was simply not on, to come to where I was while enjoying myself and generally harrassing me. I then decided I had to stop this shit.

I got in one little fight and my Mom got scared
she said "You're moving with your auntie and your uncle in bel-air"

I whistled for a cab and when I came near,
The license plate said 'Fresh',
And had dice in the mirror,
If anything I could say that this cab was rare,
But I thought 'Nah, forget it - Yo, home to Bel-Air!'

I pulled up to the house at bout seven or eight,
I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home, smell ya later!'
I looked at my kingdom,
I was finally there!
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air!

Yours sincerely,
W. Smith.
(I have a face also had a sig on, Wed 25 Jul 2007, 1:23, Reply)