Personally, I'm a Philly boy...well, at least I was.
I remember I was shooting hoops at the park with my friends and some "gangsta's" decided it would be funny to jump us. No one really got hurt (except Marcus, he slid into a deep depression, but that's another story!).
Honestly, it didn't really bother me. But oh man, once my mom found out, she wanted to send me away to live with my Uncle and Aunt. I never really lived in a good neighborhood, I was raised by a single mother and money's always been tight... but somehow she found the money to send me away in a freakin' plane!
After that exhausting 11 hour flight, I decided the next thing I needed to do to get to my Aunt and Uncle's house was to find a cab, and boy, did I find one! The licence plate said "fresh" and it had a dice in the mirror!
Anyways...
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
and I yelled to the cabby, "Yo homes, smell ya later!"
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To settle my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.