Posted up on The Stoop sittin around in a cypher/
Bouncing our heads listen to each other rhymin/
About the the day's situations and stuggles at high school/
Or the past, reflecting on the days of middle school/
Taken breaks from rappin to say "Hi Mrs Johnson"/
And Mrs Baker wasn't far along, so we talk before we re-begun/
thats the way we keep it real without a gun to conceal/
being true to urselfs and our own personal ideals