Yo this is a story all about how my life got twisted upside-down
And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there,
I'll tell you how I got raped in a town called Belaire

In West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playround was where I spent most of my days.
Chillen' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool and then smoking some crack that I bought from the Jew.
When a couple of guys, that were up to no good, started touchin' me in places I don't think they should.
I got molested one time and my mom got scared and said "You're movin' with your Aunt and your Uncle in Belaire.

I whistled for a cab and when it came near the liscence plate said gay and the driver was queer.
If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought nah forget. Yo, homes, to Belaire!

I pulled up to a house about seven or eight and when I got out the cab I realized the driver wasn't straight!
Looked at my kingdom I was finally their, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Belaire.