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You just don't understand how hard it is to be me. It's just really hard for me to understand you, I just don't know how to make things better, I really want to. I know I've been really distant, and unapproachable, but that's just because I'm afraid to be close to people, to really be myself, I don't know what I'd be if I wasn't always trying to be funny all the time. I don't think there's ever even been a time when I wasn't trying to be funny all the time. It's just because in West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days, chilling out max and relaxing out cool, and yo shooting some B ball outside of the school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started making trouble in my neighbor hood, I got In one little fight and my mum got scared and said "you're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air" I whisted for a cab and when it came near the license plate said 'FRESH' and had a dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Nah forget it, Yo home to Bel-Air!!!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8, and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo Home, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the king of Bel-Air.