ATTACK ON DOVE SOAP

when i was a young boy, my father, took me into the city, to see a marching band, he said son when, you grow up, would you be, the savior of the broken, the beatened and the damned,

THEN THE FIRE NATION ATTACKED

i went to live with, my aunt and, uncle, in west philidelphia, they said, you're the fresh prince of bel air