The Fresh Prince of Blair
Now, this is a 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 Blair. In east New Zealand born and raised, on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool, And all shootin some b-ball outside of the school. When a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and IFYS got scared, they said 'You're movin' back with your mom and dad in Cairns'. I talked and talked day after day and then I packed my suitcase and was on my way, they gave me a hug and then sent me my text. I put my music 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 Cairns living like? Hmmm this might be alright. I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said fresh and had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say this cab was rare, but I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, homes to Cairns'.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 Blair.