07-04-2022, 12:40 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-10-2022, 03:55 PM by FootballIsCool. Edited 2 times in total.)
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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 shootin' 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, holmes to Bel Air"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
Just kidding, anyway...my real story would be titled "a thousand little branches". It would be a story about the many struggles a tree has in a quick paced world. "A thousand little branches" would talk about many eras of the world from a community forest upbringing to the deforestation of my people. It would talk about the struggle of the big depresso as well as seeing many friends be used in wartime, the trials of fifties and experimental generation of the sixties, the disco scene cocaine party era of the 70s and all of the weirdness of the eighties and nineties. "a thousand little branches" would have it all, romance, drama, descriptions of adventure in nature and betrayal. In general it would be well received by the masses. It would even make Opera's book club list. Catapulting sales even higher. I would then be asked to come onto Opera's television show to talk about my book and the joys and sorrows. However I when I would show up to the show people would be mad that I wrote the book from the perspective of a tree thinking I was a person. They would then be disappointed to find out I was actually a tree.
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 shootin' 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, holmes to Bel Air"
I pulled up to the house about seven or eight
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later"
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air
Just kidding, anyway...my real story would be titled "a thousand little branches". It would be a story about the many struggles a tree has in a quick paced world. "A thousand little branches" would talk about many eras of the world from a community forest upbringing to the deforestation of my people. It would talk about the struggle of the big depresso as well as seeing many friends be used in wartime, the trials of fifties and experimental generation of the sixties, the disco scene cocaine party era of the 70s and all of the weirdness of the eighties and nineties. "a thousand little branches" would have it all, romance, drama, descriptions of adventure in nature and betrayal. In general it would be well received by the masses. It would even make Opera's book club list. Catapulting sales even higher. I would then be asked to come onto Opera's television show to talk about my book and the joys and sorrows. However I when I would show up to the show people would be mad that I wrote the book from the perspective of a tree thinking I was a person. They would then be disappointed to find out I was actually a tree.