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Rich Dad, Poor Dad

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Rich Dad, Poor Dad

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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

Be a better man in the 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-a with relishments

Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is

They say so you're oats, it's natural to experiment

But don't get suck and fuck, 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

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