We Aren’t the Kids

I am part of the most legendary rap duo since Outkast and Kanye West & Jay-Z, the Holy Smokes. We just released our third album, Wake Up Sleepy Heaven. I thought it would be fun to share the lyrics and meanings behind each of the songs for the five people who listen to us (my mom, dad, sister, and the two of us in the band).

The first song on the album is entitled We Aren’t the Kids. It was a blasty blast to make. Parker, the music-maker of our duo, made what he thought was our most fun song yet. I felt forced to live up to that, so I responded in kind.

The album is called Wake Up Sleepy Heaven for a number of reasons. One of those is that I believe we are living in a generation where we are starting to question the benefit of placing Heaven in the sky while people live in hell here on Earth. Jesus told the Pharisees that the kingdom of God wouldn’t come from us pointing and saying “here it is” or “there it is” because the kingdom of God is within us. I believe that Heaven is asleep inside a lot of us, and it’s time for us to wake it up.

This song is a call to arms for the kids who dream while they’re awake. For the kids who believe that Heaven is inside them and that they can impart a piece of it to this world despite what past generations have told them. They are the kids who see hell around them, and may have experienced it themselves, so they know that Heaven must be nearby too. They know that church is something that just happens on Sunday but every time that truth is being spoken or at least searched for in a world full of lies.

The kids are revolutionaries, dreamers, and rebels, the ones who shout what they aren’t so that they can figure out who they are. They certainly don’t have the answers (“we ask the questions and embrace them all”) but they have the sense of self-worth necessary to go looking. If this is you, even a small part of you, this is dedicated to you.

We aren’t the kids who sleep to dream
We aren’t the kids who sleep to dream
We aren’t the kids who sleep to dream
Don’t sleep to dream, don’t sleep to dream

We aren’t the kids who sleep through dreams
We aren’t the kids who sleep through dreams
We aren’t the kids who sleep through dreams
Don’t sleep through dreams, don’t sleep through dreams

This is for my family and not just kin
This is for my best friends
This is for my next friends
Not every friendship is meant to last
But not every person outlives the past
But this is for the present and this is to the future
This is for the go-getters, all the ones who choose to
do it on their own ’cause they got something to prove
While the world stands still, they still choose to move
They do it for their loved ones
They do it for themselves
’cause sometimes you don’t have nobody else
and you don’t have to die to go through hell
Where the hell is heaven and its angels to help?

We aren’t the kids who sleep to dream
We aren’t the kids who sleep to dream
We aren’t the kids who sleep to dream
Don’t sleep to dream, don’t sleep to dream

We aren’t the kids who sleep through dreams
We aren’t the kids who sleep through dreams
We aren’t the kids who sleep through dreams
Don’t sleep through dreams, don’t sleep through dreams

This is for the ones who went to church
but that good news wasn’t what you heard
They told you to be good and keep your nose clean
but this is for the ones who’d rather say what they mean
What’s a pew to streets where a homeless man preach?
What’s a class in an age where our iPods teach?
We aren’t the kids who bow at your feet
Only things we follow are the tweets on our feed
But those don’t feed us so we chow/ciao leaders
No president can save us so we occupy the streets
But me? I’d rather occupy these beats
I won’t protest the progress of liars and thieves
I’ll reflect on higher things like we stop buying things
If poverty bothers us, then how we spend our green?
Is it fine for us to scream at politicians in their greed?
Waste time counting on what we don’t believe in?

Count what we’ve received and subtract what we’re given
In the end we’re not better
but better still
If we got the urge then we’ll find the will
to die standing tall and nothing short of real
’cause we aren’t the kids who go by the book
We aren’t the kids who gives lies two looks
We don’t look up at skies for answers to fall
We ask the questions and embrace them all

And I don’t look at someone else to decide who to be
I look in the mirror and I’m proud to be me
and if you were really you, then you might see
what it’s really like to dream without falling asleep

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