Beat sighed dramatically, rolling his head back to stare at the ceiling as if it had some sort of answer for him. Kids were so innocent. They had no idea the horrors that came when you hit high school and how it all went to crap with tests and homework and memorizing dates for stupid battles that someone won like a million years before you were born so who the hell even cared anymore??? But the ceiling had no answers, so he ran his hand down his face and looked back at Gene.

"Teachers're teachers. If you fall asleep in class, they're gonna yell at you. Ain't my fault their stuff's borin' and I can't do it." He huffed and shrugged again, looking through the rack of jackets for something that might fit Rhyme. Something darker pink with a hood maybe - with fur around the edges. That was in fashion, right? "Sayin' please don't got nothin' to do with it neither. It's 'cause they say I'm stupid and not doin' good in school so they yell and then the 'rents yell and it's just stupid."

He looked down at Gene, his hand resting on the jacket rack's metal bar. "So be smart, aight? 'Cause then you ain't got no problems."