Oodles Of Noodles: Meek Mill Ate Them, I Ate Them, They’re Still Being Ate
And the story goes on, if you make it, you amazing
That’s the closing line of Meek Mill’s new song “Oodles O’ Noodles Babies.” He raps about his struggles and the effects of growing up in the ghetto. If you don’t know “Oodles Of Noodles” is a food you’d usually find in the house of poor folks, especially in the black ghetto. I use to eat mine with hot Cheetos, cheese, and sausages. I still do from time to time.
How did you eat yours?
I played Meek’s “Oodles O’ Noodles Babies” song back to back after hearing it for the first time. It was the first half of the first verse that captured my emotions because it was basically a snapshot of my childhood.
His words hit home.
I ain't have nobody to give me no hope
Growing up I didn’t witness anyone in my immediate family go to college, have a career, live in a house, or be financially “well off” needless to say, and so on. They were “Oodles O’ Noodles Babies.”
The only time I seen that was when I was watching the “Fresh Prince of Bel-Air” or “The Cosby Show,” even after watching those shows I still didn’t think those opportunities or lifestyle was available to me. I thought it was a lifestyle that was only allotted to a select few and we were just unlucky.
So, my mind wasn’t set to aspire those things I was just going with flow of what was in front of me. I knew I wanted better but didn’t know how to get better which left me hopeless at one point.
I hope my momma ain't doin' no coke
I was just hoping that my momma came home. She did. Then I was hoping that she didn’t relapsed. She didn’t.
I used to wish that my daddy was livin'/ I had a dream that I seen him as ghost
I didn’t cry when I was first told my daddy had died. I was thirteen. I don’t know if I should attribute that me being innately strong or me really being too young to truly grasp it? I don’t know. I think it’s a mixture of both.
As I got older I cried, especially when those “daddy daughter moments” arose. When I seen my friends call their dads when they had car trouble, needed money, needed to talk about relationships, and or just needed to talk in general. Those moments made me long for my dad.
I always think about my dad and think about how my life would be if he was alive.
Wanted my family to come to my games/ My mama couldn't make it 'cause she was at work
I’m truly grateful for my Grandmother and Aunt for doing their best standing in my mother’s place during her absence. But It would've been amazing had my mother came to my track meets, field trips, and all of my graduations.
But I understand....and life went on....and goes on.
Shout out to my mama. I love her.
Lived with my grandma, she took me to church Really no I ain't wanna go.
Ha! Meek didn't tell one lie. I lived with my grandmother until I was eighteen years old. Here's an excerpt from my most recent article on this topic:
Love is God. God is love. I grew up going to church almost every Sunday until I was around eighteen, but I still didn’t have a clear understanding of who or what God meant. Now I know that it more so had to do with me being young because the only reason I went to church is because my grandmother made me.
I’m glad she did. Although I wasn’t into church despite going as often as I did, God and his word was in me....
We couldn’t afford no clothes/ It was hand me down
Can you imagine being in middle school wearing your 30+ year old aunt’s shoes and wearing your cousin clothes who was twice your size? Yeah, the struggle was real. I was an “Oodles O’ Noodles baby”
I have a pack in my pantry right now. Did I really make it out or just moved out?
One of the saddest things about “Oodles Of Noodles Babies” is that they’re in every generation. I foolishly thought that since I “stopped” struggling so did every one else. Talking to this guy at work who’s a decade behind me (he’s 20, I’m 30) made realize that is certainly not the case. Despite our age gap we shared some of the same struggles. It broke my heart hearing the things that went through and still go through.
I thought things would’ve changed since my childhood. Not so much...’cause America gon’ America.
It baffles and angers me that it’s people still out there hoping their lights or water won’t be shut off tomorrow, or hoping they have enough money to buy their kids school clothes/shoes, and that there’s a kid out there losing his/her parent(s) to addiction, and so on.
And you better believe they’re still eating “Oodles O’ noodles,” but eventually they’re going to get tired of eating those noodles, and sadly, America will be right there waiting for them to fall into its trap to have them for dinner.
As the great poet and rapper Tupac Amaru Shakur once said, “America eat its babies.”