I too have a story of discrimination. It all started while I was at my local mall. I had just wanted to blow off some bored time, check in at the GNC, maybe grab a hat or some new shoes. As I started walking around I felt really odd. People giving me lots of sideway stares. Granted, I'm walking around one of the more ghetto malls and there's a large black and hispanic population. I gotta admit I got a bit jumpy and after a while I decided I'd go. I was headed back to my car when I got jumped by these two punks. I managed to hold my own (I have a bit of sambo training and I caught one of them with an uppercut so I was a bit lucky). I got in my car and drove off as fast as I could. I told my mom and my mom got scared she said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in bellaire." I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She give me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
First class yo this is bad drinkin' orange juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the people of Bel-Air live like hmmm this might be all right
but wait I hear they're prissy 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 uh the plane landed and when I came out. There was a dude looked like a cop standin' there with my name out. I ain't tryin' to get arrested yet I just got here. I sprang with the quickness like lightening 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 man 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, looked at my kingdom I was finally there to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air
Really feelin yourself eh?............