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    Rich Dad, Poor Dad

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    Rich Dad, Poor Dad
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      About "Rich Dad, Poor Dad"

      Lyrics for Big K.R.I.T. - "Rich Dad, Poor Dad"

      Remember a child's places what I often heard while asking
      About the things no adolescent could imagine
      Trying on the pants of a man I had not yet become
      Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
      While speaking on his dreams and ambitions
      Although I could never understand
      There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him, yeah

      Be a better man in a world of negligence
      Pedophilic malvolence, don't trust your reverend
      When they settling 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

      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

      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 okays" and rarely "are you alrights"
      Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel
      That's when I realized that getting up is only half the battle
      The fear of falling 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

      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

      SONGWRITERS:
      JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
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