Black people... always up to no good, always starting trouble in the neighbourhood... I got in just one fight with these black people and my mother got scared and sent me to live with her sister and brother in law in Bel Air. Bacially I called over a taxi but when it was close I think the licence plate was fake because it simply read 'fresh' and he had dice completely covering his rear mirror. If I were to guess I would have to say that I should be a little afraid of this taxi, but I thought I should just get over it and head to my new home in Bel Air. When I arrived I looked around, and because there were not so many black people around I felt I was finally there, to relax in my new house as a free man in Bel Air
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