Greatest Graduation Rap Speech
Consider this my salutation, as I address
the congregation . . . Welcome to the graduation . . . of the greatest high school in the nation.
Bare with me while I rock some rymes and enjoy the moment while I
discuss old times. I’m about to get down to the essence of the day’s we called
adolescents. . . Luminescence you can hide from our evanescence. Yeah we were the
brightest lights in 2 triple 0 0 . . . and baby that’s where I’ll start this flow.
With my freshman year looking clear, ladies please don’t shed a tear,
because I’m trying to be sincere when I say we were wide eyed and wild. Times have changed
sometimes we’re close minded and mild. . . Forgive me if I get a little existential,
but that’s only ’cause we started with so much potential. We’d have it all but we
didn’t know how. . . We’d be rock stars going to take a bow. I guess the Senior’s hated us, I didn’t understand that until now. Flash forward and we’re Sophomores:
Memory lane, go ahead and open your doors. The year started off bright. . . Nothing could
challenge our light. And then the sun came up, but it didn’t shine as two towers
disappeared from our skyline. All flags hanging half mast with sadness,
destruction, all on live telecast. Tu-Pac always said there’s a heaven for
G’s, but the times had me wondering: Is there a heaven for me? Forgive me for this retrospective but
from my perspective times were straight defective, Hate seemed infective. . .
Still, we pushed on we cried and we laughed. We ignored the pain, we kept it cool like Shaft.
Sooner or later we were out of the pan and into the fire. We were upper classman, the
schools new supplier. My junior year seemed to slip by in a blaze. What can I say?
I enjoyed those days. Speech meets, games, and dances, spending way too much time on sweet romances.
Yeah, I’m sure everyone’s got their story to tell. . . Livin’ our lives,
like we’re from “Saved by the Bell.” All of a sudden it was my senior year.
Suddenly we were the oldest people here. It felt like the pressure was on, our careless days were gone.
No more messing around, no more Cheech n’ Chong We had to get. . . that . . . dirt off our shoulders, if we wanted to grow big, or at least make it to Boulder. . . Now . . . Memories flood me because I’m about to be leavin’,
Sometimes I feel like just laying down and greavin’ and please don’t be unbelievin’
when I send this love that you’re receivin’. I’m afraid this rap has reached it’s end,
and I need to thank all a ya’ll for being my friend. . . I pray for safety,
for luck, for joy god send, and my apologies if I need to make amends. I know it’s been said
many times, many ways before, but Congradulations! Class of 2 double 0 4! . . .
(applause) . . . This is gonna be an act to follow . . . (laughter)