Is it just me or does it just seem like I'm the death of all threads.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4T0QUdQu7RY
Now 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 was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' 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 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 alright. But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that! Is this the type of place that they just 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, the plane landed and when I came out there was a dude who 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, home to Bel-Air." I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8And 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.