08-17-2004, 08:10 PM
In West Philadelphia, I was born and raised. I was on the playground where I spent most of my days playing basketball. I was chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school.
When a couple of guys said "we're up in no good" and started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air".
I begged and pleaded with her the other day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it.
Sad story, I tell you. Sad story.
When a couple of guys said "we're up in no good" and started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared and said "you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air".
I begged and pleaded with her the other day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket. I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it.
Sad story, I tell you. Sad story.
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