Rapping Narrative

The following Monday a select group of parents were ready to meet with me to listen to me speak. My years of rapping and spitting verse have made me comfortable in front of all kinds and sizes of audiences, this would be a piece of cake. I put on my freshest set of street or urban clothing on then put my black, pinstriped suit on over them. The parents started filing into the small auditorium. I could tell they were all wealthy and were illiterate in terms of the streets, no wonder their children were so bad at rapping. That would all change over time, of course, I've taken the worst of the worst and turned them into straight G's.
"Parents welcome, I'm Gary Richards, I'm a teacher, but more importantly I'm a friend."
The parents looked at me with suspicion at first so I showed them the video of a few of their children attempting to rap battle from the weekend. You could here giggles from a few but I couldn’t help but notice the stern faces on three mom's and three dad's faces, the parents of the children rap battling. The wore a look of embarrassment and concern. …show more content…
Mom and dad, I'm a white hip hop expert." Slowly I unbuttoned my suit jacket and shirt, revealing my Wu Tang Clan shirt. I kicked of my black loafer and pulled a pair of retro "J's" from my bag and pulled my pants down and so my money print designer shorts were visible. One of the fathers groaned then shouted "is this a goddamn joke?" I reprimanded him for not raising his hand, then assured him I was not joking. Sitting in the very back were some very concerned looking parents, dad sat with his around the mom, she looked distraught. The dad raised his