Dear [Landlord name],
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 [INSERT PROPERTY ADDRESS] born and raised on the playground was where I spent most of my days. Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' 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, she said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air'.
I begged and pleaded with her day after day but she packed my suit case 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 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? Hmmmmm this might be alright.
But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that is this the type of place that they just 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 who looked like a cop standing there with my name out I ain't trying to get arrested yet. I just got here. I sprang with the quickness like lightning, 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 'Nah, 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'. I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel Air.
Sincerely,
Mp4