RSIEH: K Rino: Time to Grow Up

K rino

I first heard this while listening to Live From Headqcourterz one night DJ Premier play “Time To Grow Up”. Once the lyrics hit me I automatically liked the song. Not only did I like the song, I knew more than my share of people who fit into those targeted in the song. It felt good to hear this song because for some reason, especially among African Americans, being an older man or woman acting young has been acceptable for some reason. I grew up watching men being men and women being women and if you weren’t taking responsibility as an adult people called you on it, most of the time those people parents. Somewhere things switched up and a female is cool dealing with a grown ass man unemployed still living at home with his mother. I know this because as a single man when I find myself talking to females and talking about my job there is such a confused looked on a few women faces that I have a job.

 As of now you’re never gonna hear songs like this on the radio or BET, hell I haven’t seen this posted on any blogs either now that I think of it. It’s something that needs to be heard because it’s something that needs to addressed. As always I give you the lyrics and the song cause this is some of the Realest Shit I Ever Heard, yeah I still have to tell people what RSIEH means, no one ever tells me what they thought it meant though… It is what it is I guess.

Verse 1
What’s the signs, I wasn’t gonna say nothing but now it’s time
Grown people functioning with teenager minds
If you think it’s cool little do you know
Your room still looking like it did twenty years ago
When you talk about coming up fast, we just ignore you
Your baby brother and sister done moved out before you
You still at home cranking up drama
Sneaking a thirty-year old woman in talking about “Shh, don’t wake my momma”
Got the nerve to try to have some animosity
Bumping heads with her cause you feeling like she don’t respect your privacy
How could you even have the nerve to say that?
The water bill was twelve dollars a month and you couldn’t even pay that
Your future we goin pray for it (that’s a shame)
It’s bad enough to write your name on the juice but it’s worse when you ain’t pay for it
So pick ya draws off the floor your full grown H
Your son is eighteen and he already got his own place

You ain’t a youngster no more stop try’na flash back
Still living in the past cause your present ain’t jack
It’s time to face facts, grow up and meet trials
Understand you too old to be living like a child
 Verse 2
Hold up mama now you out of order
You forty-three why you going clubbing with’cha twenty-year old daughter?
To see it was embarrassing in fact how silly
She said “don’t we look like twins” I said ‘not really’
She’s on the floor with her young cat popping and ticking
You screaming out “what y’all know about that funky chicken? ” (Oh my goodness)
When the song got fast she moved slow as molasses
Gyrating and shaking all four of her asses
Man she need to chill, she getting phone numbers and making bills
In the bathroom try’na buy some pills
Her drink consumption hyping, and that’s when the night got exciting
Walked out the club man and momma fighting
She split them tight pants, them three young kicks didn’t stand a chance
Mama old but she still got them hands (woo)
She went straight to jail and called her daughter, the bailer had to borrow
Got out drunk asking “Where we going tomorrow? ”

[x2:]
You ain’t a youngster no more stop try’na flash back
Still living in the past cause your present ain’t jack
It’s time to face facts, grow up and meet trials
Understand you too old to be living like a child
Verse 3
Please tell me why dude
You thirty-three and yo mama’s car is still riding by your own high school
How you going take a lady out and you ain’t got a quarter?
Your dinner budget is ramming noodles and a bottle of water
And something else that makes me mad enough to throw blows
Women who dress therefore your own daughters in old clothes
Say what’cha wanna say
Girl you got kids, why the hell is you on MySpace posing in some lingerie?
Your homeboys is at work you on the corner mane
How you goin wait until you thirty-eight to join a gang?
She got the words ‘freak’ tatted on her ass cheek
Don’t try to act like that’s old, you got that last week
I can’t believe you still as wild
It’s crazy when ya youngest baby is the same age as your grandchild
Dude on the phone faking a call
Catching the bus every weekend just to bullet teenagers at the mall

You ain’t a youngster no more stop try’na flash back
Still living in the past cause your present ain’t jack
It’s time to face facts, grow up and meet trials
Understand you too old to be living like a child

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