Lyrical Challenge III

Thanks, TV! I agree with your suggestion of proposing three topics for each lyricist to choose from. My first verse would theoretically be delivered a capella without a beat in the back-ground, with the rapper sort of setting the tone and tempo by rapping it with a dramatic and animated story-telling type of delivery, which I can hopefully demonstrate through punctuation. The paragraph breaks don't represent particular verses or bars for timing, but rather are there for aesthetics in viewing purposes since this has to be read. I chose the theme of moving out of home, in which I narrate (rap) what could go wrong with the process. *** Looking back on when I was a teenager, I was a mean hater To me that's a long-time-no-see stranger In danger of straying but I've changed my ways since then No longer convinced the world revolves around women All I could think was... I need place of my own, some space cuz I'm grown To take a chick home, to shake and to bone I need a zone where I can safely undress her I'll be King of the throne, not Queen cuz they're lesser And nobody's above me unless I want them to be Even when they're on top, I'm still strong underneath Working it, jerking it, proverbial earning it Yes it's my turn to own a spot while I'm burning it And make girls moan a lot while I'm wound up a notch I'm hot though so I gotta learn to go down like scotch But it's known people ain't prone to mind they're own business - what is this? They condone sleeping alone - now I'm on their sh!t list Moving out is number one on my Christmas wish list Told my mom it'd be fun to go though she insists that she'd miss this But f*ck it, I'm above it, when ya gotta go ya gotta go So I gamble like Lotto to scramble and move outta home... A few years later, I'm like what the hell was I thinking? I'm like a captain drifting at the ship helm sinking Shifting gears, drinking for years, pent up fears No money for rent cuz it's spent on beers No sense, so dense, no expensive career No defense for the immense messes up here So maybe I wasn't as mature as I thought It's a war that I've fought that got me distraught And grasping at straws, I've got so many flaws It's my fault that I've broken hearts and some jaws So I found out the hard way life's many lessons The school of Hard Knocks where I've been attending Pretending I got my sh!t together but I haven't Had so many chances but I didn't grab them Instead I literally just pissed away my potential Now I'm consistently dissed cuz of no impressive credentials So I gotta lotta making up for, and f*ck whores They got me addicted and then I failed like drug laws But forget that - though I've had a lot of set backs And been through all kinds of sh!t like Exlax Still I don't sweat that - I'm on track but a little off-beat Now I set my tempo to resemble ghetto streets: Dark and steady, hard and heavy I've been very scarred already - now I get deadly heat So here's the testament to what I've experienced I was eager to go like what's in the clearance bin Though looking back I shoulda delayed my fate a bit Not wasted time but still coulda waited to quit Impatient individual - indivisible - Thought I'd I'd be miserable Cuz I've always been - independent - transcendent and visible But check it - I'm not a role model, I'm just explaining The benefits and better gifts you get for just waiting To delay the process of the inevitable procedure I've made unforgettable progress though I'm not a preacher Just warning you eager kids so you're not grieving what's next: Make sure that you're ready before leaving the nest *** The topics for my opponent to choose from for his next verse are the sex industry, hippies, or candy.