"Adult Lessons" (pronounced Adolescence)
Miss Danbi, Mishh, Reze, and DJ Spīt.
(Dawn, Michelle, JanJan, and Paulie)
Shout out to Mr. Anderson Tep for helping film.
Shout out to Arman Sobhani for letting me use his Macbook Air.
A basic video required for the CAT 3 hip hop class led by Professor Camille Forbes.
Inspired by Lupe Fiasco's "Hip Hop Saved My Life."
Beat produced by Paulie and Garageband.
Lyrics written by each artist.
Growing up, I was always daddy's little girl
My hero taught me to love and never be scared
But one day I watched my dad hit my mom to the ground
My image of him shattered as she went down
Never did I see him the way I saw him before
And my mom ran away leaving me and my brother with him
I hated him for what he'd done and I only wanted to be with my mom
His drinking, smoking, everything pissed me off
Time passed and my mom came back
But my bitterness wouldn't go away
Sixteen, I got the call, the call that changed my life
"Your father had a stroke, he's in E.R."
One week later, a second stroke, and his body's paralyzed
How could this have happened to my hero?
With a tube in his throat, he laid there helplessly
And I knew, it was time for me to grow up.
Growing up I was always overprotected
It was out of love and I just knew they had a lot to give
But I must admit their method of approach was not ideal
Why can't they just stay chill and learn to keep it real?
Where was my freedom? Well let me tell you it was nonexistent
My friends were having fun and I was rarely with them
This continued all the way until I was in high school
Didn't hit me 'til I knew my friends were doing something cool
Then came college, experienced a whole new point of view
Who would have known that I've been living life without a clue?
It's suffocating, every time I come home for some kind of break
I count the days that I can finally leave and stop being fake
Cause living under their rules is just not something I can take
So I pray that one day this will all finally be changed
Into a life where I'm not stuck inside a cage.
Growing up, I had to figure out life on my own.
Into gangs and crews is where I was being thrown,
Tagging, fighting, weed - I had to choose what to do.
I had too many people tryin to tell me what to do.
Didn't know how to listen, I had to leave it all alone.
Hearing bout niggas getting shot while I was chillin at home.
Church, Family, and School is where I decided to place my ground.
To stay away from hate and trouble so I could be still be around.
Always knew I could make it through, tho.
Now I'm at UC San Diego
Still growin up, with a new set of struggles.
Still praying to God to get me through my new set of goals.
Growing up, sometimes I wish I had different parents
Sometimes I wish I had a mom who never beat me senseless.
Sometimes I wish I had a dad who never beat her senseless either.
Well I was foolish - wishing grants no fucking wishes!
Growing up, I learned to ignore all of the yelling.
In fact, I fell asleep to the sound of all that damn yelling
Words of wisdom states violence should never be the answer
But who the fuck are you to say my parents have no wisdom huh?
But now I'm free because I'm at UCSD!
Sike, my parents still have a strong grip on me.
Always emphasizing grades and hard work over play.
I'm sorry ya'll I'm not quite sure if that will happen.
I got a C on my CAT essay.
I'm swamped with engineering and a fucking rap project.
But I ain't rapping just to boost my fucking grade up.
This right here is my outlet.