I didn't understand before because I was too young and immature. Here I was fighting for youth rights but I didn't realize just how ridiculous it was. But I am now 25 years old, and I understand why the public interest groups have been telling us you're not mature before 25. It is because your brain is not fully developed. I denied it at first and called it ridiculous junk science, but now I realize it is true. Of course, I denied it. I was under 25 and therefore not capable of rational thought. No one under that age is. You can't drive a car, because you don't know any better than to drive straight into a lamp post because a friend might dare you to. You can't drink any alcohol because even one drop will shut down your brain. You can't have sex, because you'll either rape someone or be a victim of rape or get pregnant, because you can't comprehend protection or consent. I know you may think I'm ridiculous, but once you are my age, you will understand. But you'll just continue to tell me how wrong I am, but that's because your brain is not yet developed and such is typical of you. You're basically just a dumb kid and that's all you'll be until my age, so you need the adults to protect you, no matter how much you think you don't want it. Just give it up. You're a self-destructive being. Nothing but growing up will change that. Any adults who think you're anything else are just pedophiles who want to rape you until you die. I realize you can't, but just try to understand that you can't understand anything. If you were given any responsibility, the world would be flipped turned upside down And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there I'll tell you how I become the prince of a town called Bel-Air In west Philadelphia born and raised On the playground is 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 they were up to no good Started makin' trouble in my neighborhood I got in one little fight and my mom got scared And said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." 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 home to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the cabby yo holmes smell ya later Looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air.