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> I can make stuff I like with tech (long list including gimp, blender, DAZ, MD, WM, and tons of screenshotted or game-ripped or downloaded or found objects) but if I pick up a stick of charcoal or a pen and try to draw a hand with light and shadows on it, I might as well be five years old.
and Id like to take a minute just sit right there
Ill 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 said "were up in no good"
started making trouble in my neighborhood
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 a 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 settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air