When I was in Sixth grade, I saw 3 dudes making fun of my 6 year old sister.... I ran up to the first one, grabbed his neck and flipped him over. The second one landed a few punches on me, but I knocked out that bastard in two punches to the chest. The last one called in 6 more of his friends, so I knew that I was outnumbered, so 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, home to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8. And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later' I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air