¤ playground

What I think of when I hear the word playground:

This is a story all about how
My life got flip-turned 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
Chilling' out, maxing', relaxing' all cool
And all shooti'g some b-ball outside of the school

When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Starting' makin'g trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one lil' fight and my mom got scared
She said you're 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 now forget it yo homes to Bel Air

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabyo homes, smell ya later
I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air~

/takes v -card/
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