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Artist: Big K.R.I.T.
Album:  Live from the Underground
Song:   Rich Dad, Poor Dad
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[Big K.R.I.T.]
Remember a child's place is what I often heard while asking
about the things that no adolescent could imagine
Trying on the pants of a man that 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 meddling, son, 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 ya with relishments
Money, cars and clothes, I suppose what successful is
They say sow your oats, it's natural to experiment
But don't suck and fuck and run amok, be celibate
Only fourteen 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, pushing in a stroller
down the streets of 3-0-B while all my homies ask to hold him
Proceed to play ball, when he cried they can't console him
I truly wasn't ready for kids, that's what he told me

I had a rich dad, poor dad *4X*

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Son... 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 OK?'s and rarely 'are you alright?'s
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