Now this is the 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 where I spent most of my days Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school When a couple of guys that were up to no good Started making trouble in my neighbourhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said you’re moving with your aunte 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 First class, yo this is bad, Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass Is this what the people of Bel-air livin’ like, Hmm this might be all right! I whistled for a cab and when it came near the License plate said 'Fresh' and had a dice in the mirror If anything I could say that this cab was rare But I thought 'Now forget it. Yo homes, to Bel-air!' I pulled up to a house about seven or eight And I yelled to the cabby 'Yo, homes, smell you later!' Looked at my kingdom, I was finally there To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.
- I made a page for The Octoroon after we read it for Theatre History class! Check it out!