Talking To Myself

Hi, I’m talking to myself. Well, technically I’m talkingDomyself because talkingTomyself was taken.

I’m also not the Linkin Park song.

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Now, this is the 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 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 makin' trouble in my neighborhood

I got in one little fight and my mom got scared

And said, "You're movin' with your aunty and uncle in Bel-Air"

I begged and pleaded with her the other day

But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket

I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well...

imagine the rest of the song there is a word limit