Sunday, 11 November 2018

Jazzy Jeff and the Prince of Fresh Air

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 Fresh Air
In the Four Winds massif I was born and raised
On the playground where I spent most of my days,
Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
And all pulling some wheelies 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 crash and my mom got scared
And said you're going to join Castlereagh and train with Nitemare
I begged and pleaded with her the other day
But she packed my bike bag and sent me on my way
She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket
I put my lycra on and said I might as well kick it
First class, yo this is bad,
Drinking orange, pineapple & lemon out of a bidon
Is this what the people of Castlereagh livin' like
Hm this might be alright!
I whistled for a Speedvagen and when it came near the
paint job was smokin and the saddle fit my rear
If anything I could say that this club was rare
But I thought now forget it, yo get some more Fresh Air
I pulled up to a house after about 3 hours good training
And I yelled to the posse, yo kudos on Strava sometime later
Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the prince of Fresh Air


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