Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down. And I’d like to take a minute. Just sit right there
I’ll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Goodneighbour In west CommonWealth I was born and raised, on glowing sea is where I spent most of my days. chillin’ out, maxin’ relaxin’ all cool and shootin’ some b-ball outside of school when a couple of raiders who 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 moving with your auntie and uncle in Goodneighbor.”

I begged and pleaded with her day after day, but she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way. She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. I put my Pip-Boy on and said “Might as well kick it.” First class, yo this is bad Drinking Nuka Cola Quantum out of a champagne glass. I was like “Is this what the people of Goodneighbor live like?” Hmm this might be alright.

But wait I hear they’re prissy, bourgeois, all that Is this the type of place that they just send this cool wastelander? I don’t think so I’ll see when I get there I hope they’re prepared for the prince of Goodneigbour

Well, the Vertibird landed and when I came out There was a dude who looked like a synth standing there with my name out I ain’t trying to get kidnapped yet I just got here I sprang with the quickness like minutemen, disappeared


I whistled for a caravan and when it came near the brahmin said fresh with some dice on his ear. If anything he could say that this caravan was rare but he thought, “Nah forget it. Yo homes, to Goodneighbor!”

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8 And I yelled to the Caravan ‘Yo home smell ya later’ I looked at my kingdom I was finally there To sit on my throne as the Prince of Goodneighbour