In west philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where i spent most of my days. Chillin out max and relaxin all cool, shootin some bBall outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makein trouble in ma nieghborhood. i got in one little fight and my momz got scared said "yer movin with uncle and aunt in bel air". I whistled for a cab and when it got near, the liscences plate said "FRESH" and it had dice in the mirror. i thought, na whatever, YO HOLMS TO BEL AIR. i pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 and i yelled to the cabbie yo holms smell ya later, looked to my kingdom i was finally there, to sit on my thrown of a town called bel air. now i upgrade bank software for a company that wishes to remain nameless.

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