Client Reviews on Jimmie Pierce CPA, P.C.

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Now, this is a story all about howMy life got flipped-turned upside downAnd I'd like to take a minuteJust sit right thereI'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-AirIn west Philadelphia born and raisedOn the playground was where I spent most of my daysChillin' out maxin' relaxin' all coolAnd all shooting some b-ball outside of the schoolWhen a couple of guys who were up to no goodStarted making trouble in my neighborhoodI got in one little fight and my mom got scaredShe said 'You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air'I begged and pleaded with her day after dayBut she packed my suitcase and sent me on my wayShe 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 badDrinking 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 thatIs this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?I don't think soI'll see when I get thereI hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-AirWell, the plane landed and when I came outThere was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name outI ain't trying to get arrested yetI just got hereI sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappearedI whistled for a cab and when it came nearThe license plate said fresh and it had dice in the mirrorIf anything I could say that this cab was rareBut I thought 'Nah, forget it' - 'Yo, home to Bel-Air'I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8And I yelled to the cabbie 'Yo home smell ya later'I looked at my kingdomI was finally thereTo sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Airlol