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Big K.R.I.T. - Rich Dad, Poor Dad (Album Version (Edited))

Rich Dad, Poor Dad
Big K.R.I.T.
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[Intro:]
“Remember a child's place” is what I often heard while askin
About the things no adolescent could imagine,
Tryin on the pants of a man I had not yet become,
Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
While speakin on his dreams and ambitions,
Although I could never understand,
There was comfort that I listened with mention to be better than him.

[Verse 1:]
Be a better man in a world of negligence,
Pedophilic meddlin, son, don't trust your reverend,
When they settlin for settlements
Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in.
The media graffiti us with relishments,
Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is,
They say, “Sow, you're oats, it's natural to experiment
But don't get sucked and fuck and run amok – be celibate!”
Only 14 when I first cut,
I wasn't her first, I had to strap up,
And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me
‘Cause a convo bout birds and bees wouldn't save me.
From a child I couldn't shoulder, pushin in a stroller
Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em,
Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can't console him,
“I truly wasn't ready for kids”, that's what he told me.

[Chorus:]
I had a rich dad, poor dad,
I had a rich dad, poor dad,
I had a rich dad, poor dad,
I had a rich dad, poor dad.

[Verse 2:]
Never in a sense of money spent,
Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them,
Lead by example, don't get caught up in the rapture,
Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter.
The older that you get, it's even harder to believe
No superheroes on TV you used to see,
Remember that I told you, slow down, control your speed,
The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee.
I remember when I fell from my first bike,
There were no "are you okay”s and rarely "are you alright”s,
Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel,
That's when I realized that gettin up is only half the battle.
The fear of fallin off will haunt me well into my teens,
The moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams,
‘Cause money is the root, and love is all we had,
In fact, I'm glad I had a rich dad, poor dad.

[Chorus:]
I had a rich dad, poor dad,
I had a rich dad, poor dad,
I had a rich dad, poor dad,
I had a rich dad, poor dad.

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