Even in my younger days, I was annoyed by rappers rapping about their haters. There was a time when I wouldn’t say “hater” in a song. At the moment, I’m not positive, but I’m certain I said never said “hater” on “Live From Fatherhood.” However, “Overgrown Kids” is my song about some many call haters. “Overgrown Kids” features my youngest daughter, who recorded her parts on her second birthday.
My Story, My Struggles
The opening lines of the song set the tone for what’s to come. “I’m not in charge of how you feel. If I was, I would make you feel like being in charge of how you feel. Uh, duh!” It’s a little tongue-in-cheek, but it carries a deeper message. I open up about the pain and frustration of trying to be a father figure to individuals who may not fully comprehend the sacrifices made. These verses are not just words; they are my life laid bare, facing the expectations thrust upon me by people who subconsciously seek the guidance they never received from their biological fathers.
I don’t hold back in expressing disgust, making it crystal clear that I’ve reached a point where unwarranted support shouldn’t be expected anymore. I’m aware of my hypocrisy, but the pain of unmet expectations and a lack of gratitude is something that cuts deep, and I wanted to convey that through my lyrics.
The Weight of Unreasonable Expectations
I rap, “I left you in the hood when you were grown, for more opportunities and my sanity. Your dad left when he got news you were in the womb and you’re more mad at me?” It highlights the absurdity of some people’s demands, drawing a stark comparison between what they expect from me and what they expect from their own biological fathers. It’s a revelation that emphasizes the unfair and unrealistic expectations placed on those who willingly and unknowingly step into the role of a father figure.
Understanding the Complexity
“Overgrown Kids,” much like all my songs, serves as a window into my personal experiences and emotions. I acknowledge the pain and longing for a father figure, emphasizing the impossibility of fully filling the void left by absent biological fathers. This goes beyond casual empathy; it reflects the complexity of surrogate situations and the emotional entanglement that inspired this song.
The lines, “Expecting more of me than your own biological. I ain’t even fuck yo’ mama. I might need to fuck yo’ mama. Auntie, cousin or someone,” bring to light the absence of advantages in the given situation.
Having my own kids now adds another layer to the narrative. The energy and care once given to others will now be directed towards my biological children. This shift brings about a heightened vigilance, recognizing the potential for jealousy among those I cared for as if they were my own. “Overgrown Kids,” although it has its intended humor, encapsulates not only the past struggles but also the ongoing complexities of parenthood and surrogate situations.
Overgrown Kids lyrics
I’m not in charge of how you feel. If I was, I would make you feel like being in charge of how you feel. Uh, duh! This one for my grown kids, who don’t appreciate what I done did. And I did way more for dem than their biological father.
Didn’t think I had daddy issues. He wasn’t there. I didn’t care. I was like ‘Dad that I never had’ to who ever crossed my path. Oh, that’s the issue, right there. But it’s finna stop right now. Hold on, let me get this out, chile. You ain’t gettin’ no mo care.
Looking for my support, you gon come up short. I swear. Y’all don’t appreciate shit. Ion even know if you know that I know it. I just kept on giving you more. Whatever I had or could get, wasn’t trippin’. It’s yours. What did you give me for it? Not a goddamn thang. Well, whole lotta blame. Could never teach you to say, “Thanks.” It’s not hard. You can start with a father’s day card. My God, some of y’all older than me. Shit, I thought you’d be more mature. You’re not afraid to grow.
You’re incapable. And, you’re way too insecure. You want me to be jealous of you & constant compliments to feel accomplished. Thought I raised you better than that. Must be genetics. (Bye Now). I left you in the hood when you were grown, for more opportunities and my sanity. Your dad left when he got news you were in the womb and you’re more mad at me? That’s so ignorant. Shit, don’t make no sense but it does. You already lost a father I figure you don’t want to lose a nun’. But, son you gotta…
Why do even bother. I’m not cho fucking father. Expecting more of me than your own biological. I ain’t even fuck yo’ mama. I might need to fuck yo’ mama (that’s funny, Dad). Auntie, cousin or someone.
I used to think the problem you had was with me. Oh, but now I see. You were mad ’cause I reminded you of the man you want your dad to be. I understand, I understand. No, I overstand. You have no idea I do. Boo-hoo. You overgrown kids.
I got my own kids and they are not siblings with whom you’ll rival. Bye now. (Bye now.)
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