Look. If you had one shot, one opportunity
To seize everything you ever wanted, one moment
Would you capture it?
Or just let it slip? Yo.
- 10-year old rapping Eminem's song from 8-mile before the obstacle course at Wednesday's improv class. He then continued to rap the entire next verse before I asked him if he was ready to race.
His palms are sweaty, knees weak, arms are heavy
There's vomit on his sweater already, mom's spaghetti
He's nervous, but on the surface he looks calm and ready
To drop bombs, but he keeps on forgetting
What he wrote down, the whole crowd grows so loud
He opens his mouth, but the words won't come out
He's chokin' how, everybody's chokin' now,
The clock's run out, times up, over, blaw!
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