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 max and relaxing all cool and all shooting some b-ball outside of the school when a couple of guys who were up in 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 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 home to bel-air! I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabby "yo, home smell you later! "Looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.
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What you've done becomes the judge of what you're going to do -- especially in other people's minds. When you're traveling, you are what you are right there and then. People don't have your past to hold against you. No yesterdays on the road.
William Least Heat Moon, Blue Highways
Your toughest competitor lives in your head. Some days his name is fear, or pain, or gravity. Stomp his ass.
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