We got our ass beat if we weren’t back by dark,
Raised on switch sticks and Granddad's bark.
No iPads, no "Dancin’ with the Stars,"
Just fireflies, bruises, and hand-me-down cars.
We ate dirt, climbed trees, and skinned our knees,
Didn’t text no girls — we said “please” with some grease.
Kids these days, they ain’t raised like me,
We had chores, got sore, and earned what we eat.
Now it’s TikToks, tantrums, and therapy memes,
Entitled brats and lazy teens.
They don’t know about the mud or the fight,
How to work all day and sleep good at night.
We were built tough, not made to agree —
Hell no, kids these days ain’t raised like me.
Mama worked two jobs, Dad drank cheap,
Still made it to church, even dead on our feet.
Caller ID? Hell, we let it ring,
And if it was bad news, we’d answer and swing.
No cancel cards or coddled pride,
We learned respect with a belt outside.
Kids these days, they ain’t raised like me,
They cry for Wi-Fi and beg for screens.
Never mowed a lawn or chopped a tree,
Wouldn’t last two hours in boots like these.
They want trophies just for showin’ up,
While we grew up on grit and a beat-up truck.
No gold stars, just scraped-up knees —
Damn right, kids these days ain’t raised like me.
We had scars, not safe spaces,
Loud mouths earned braces and hard cases.
Learned to fight with fists, not phones,
Now they're soft as foam with glittered tones.
Kids these days, they ain’t raised like me,
We were wild and tough, but full of loyalty.
Taught to shake a hand and stand for the free,
Not scroll through life in luxury.
So here’s to the broke and proud OGs,
Who lived on faith, fried food, and big dreams.
We were born rough, lived loud, ran free —
Damn straight, kids these days ain’t raised like me.
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