Music is Dead
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I feel that these deep-v necked, black t-shirt clad, greasy haired collection of gentlemen truly understands my overarching malaise with contemporary society (i.e. my self-imposed sense of being a pariah)and reflects my general distrust of authority and parental oppression with their amazing vocal stylings and tight choreography.
I associate with the video's setting, as I see myself as little more than an abandoned farm where my soul lies fallow in pig droppings. And it's quite different than West Philidelphia where I was born and raised, on the playground where I spent most of my days chillin out, maxin, relaxingall 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 youre moving with your aunte and uncle in bel-air. I whistled for a cab and when it came near the licensplate 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, homes smell you later' Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
to sit on my throne as the prince of bel-air.