Would you watch a race flipped Fresh Prince of Bel-Air?

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>Now this is the story all about how
>My life got flipped, turned upside down
>And I'd like to take a minute, just don't change it to FM
>I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Harlem
>In west Portland born and raised
>In the yacht club is where I spent most of my days
>Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
>And doing my homework every day after school
>When a couple of guys who were up to no good
>Started making trouble in my neighborhood
>I got in one little fight, my mother saw me cough up some phelgm
>And said you're moving with your auntie and uncle over in Harlem
>I tapped for an Uber and when it came near the
>License plate said 'Fresh' and said Lyft in the mirror
>If anything I could say that this car was mayhem
>But I thought now forget it, yo home to Harlem
>I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8,
>And I said politely to the driver, "Thank you for the ride, good luck with the rest of your night"
>Looked at my kingdom, glittering like a gem
>To sit on my throne as the Prince of Harlem