My First Riot!

“Is that 50 Cent’s water?” asked the fifth-grader from his desk, pointing to my blue bottle.
It actually cost me twice as much, but I pushed the witticism aside in favor of a more profound announcement: “I will be quitting this job soon… to become a rapper.”
“Well, rap then!” he shouted.
The class falling into a rare silence. The teacher put to the test.
I rhymed:

I'm the master rapper and i'm here to say, I love fruity pebbles in a major way.
The Bedrock yellow orange purple lime and red, but to get that fruity taste I gotta trick Fred....

My first audience burst into laughter - as if they didn’t believe. Then they tore the classroom apart. Such is the power to stimulate young minds. Such is the power of rap.