A solo performance that recites the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air theme song and breaks it apart with improvised commentary. The speaker riffs on the original story of a West Philadelphia kid moving to Bel-Air, poking fun at the cultural clash, the absurdity of sudden wealth, and what it means to change your whole life for money.
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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 a town called Bel Air. In West Philadelphia. Born and raised on the playground is where I spend 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 who were up to 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 auntie and uncle in Bel Air. I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me your kisses and then she gave me my tea I put my Walkman on. I 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 Bel Air living like? Hmm. This might be all right. But wait. I hear the prissy bourgeois and all that. Is this the type of place that they should send this cool cat? I don't think so. I'll see when I get there. I hope they're prepared for the Prince of Bel Air. Well, the plane landed, and when I came out, there was a dude, looked like a cop standing there with my name out. I ain't trying to get arrested yet. I just got here. I.
