In west Philadelphia born and raised ...

on the playground is where I spent most of my days chilling out, maxing, relaxing out acting all cool shooting some b-ball out side of the school when a couple of guys that were up to no good started making trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said you moving with your auntie and uncle in Bellaire.
I whistled for a cab and when it came in the license plate said fresh with a dice in the mirror if anything I can say that this cab was rare, but i thougth naw forget it, yo homes to Bellaire.
I pulled up to the house i grabbed my things and I yelled to cab yo homes smell ya later I looked at my kingdon I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bellaire.

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someone needs a time out

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Here's the story of a lovely lady,
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls.
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother,
The youngest one in curls.


Here's the story, of a man named Brady,
Who was busy with three boys of his own.
They were four men, living all together,
Yet they were all alone.


Till the one day when the lady met this fellow,
And they knew that it was much more than a hunch.
That this group would somehow form a family.
That's the way we all became the Brady Bunch.
The Brady Bunch, The Brady Bunch.


That's the way we became the Brady Bunch.

Oh god. How terrifying for me.... I can actually sing that whole theme song. Oh and Zoobilee Zoo -- a seldom remembered children's show from the 80's.

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