Sometimes if feels as if a character’s fate is decided not by the choices they make, but by the vicissitudes of the dice being rolled to determine their success or failure. Can a commoner overcome the challenges of his circumstances and his natural foes to rise into the ranks of nobility and loyalty? 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 is where I spent most of my days. Chillin’ out max, and relaxin’ all cool – and all shootin’ some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good started makin’ trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared, and 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 could say that this cab was rare, but I thought “Nah forget it, yo holmes to Bel-Air!” I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie “yo homes smell ya later!” Looked at my kingdom; I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
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