My childhood haunts me to this day. A few years ago, I was nothing. Just a sad boy, only 10, with no one helping him... My parents were abusive... At school I was bullied. There was a boy name Jake. He always beat me up, and pranked me, and called me names... and one day, We're running at recess, and he pushes me off the swings and I land on my back, breathless. I regain my breath and realize everyone was laughing, and the teachers saw it and didn't even care, and some even laughed also. I wipe my clothes off and slowly walk away, everyone behind me laughing. I sat by a tree and cried, and cried, and cried. I just let it all out. Suddenly, shadows fall over me. I look up. 3 boys. One picks up sand off the ground and chunks it at me. It gets in my eyes. It stings and I cuss them out while they run laughing. I chase one, tackle him, and tell him I had enough of him, and proceed to beat him almost to death... Only the teachers could stop me. My parents drive me home after I get in trouble yet the boys don't. Once I'm home, my parents look at my, and tell me how worthless I am. My mother said, 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'. 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, homes to Bel Air'. I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo homes smell ya later'. I looked at my kingdom. I was finally there. To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.