Think I may have visited that parallel dimension where you are right. You remember that mythical place you used to dream about ?
Some people have a wandering spirit about them and are not satisfied sitting in their garage banging out houses every Friday.
Went to meet my youngest and her feller in Mexico last September. They did 3 months in Guatemala. Ounce of weed in Mazunte was £12. Heaven.
I was in Guatamala in the mid 90's after spending a couple of months travelling down through Mexico. I was a proper space cadet back then and ended up at a festival called Rainbow Gathering at Lago de Atitlan. How long were you in Mexico for fella ? Lovely country and such vibrant people and culture. One of the things that struck me about Mexico was how colourful ordinary people made it. I remember walking past a building site once and the builders had strung up some coloured bunting because the site was looking a bit too grey from all the concrete. Can you imagine British builders doing that ?
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 west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground was 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 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? Hmm 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 seven or eigth 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
