Rich Dad, Poor Dad Song Lyrics & Translation

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

Remember a child's places
What I often heard while asking
About the things
No adolescent could imagineTrying on the pants of a man
I had not yet become
Hands too small to button the buttons
My father often fastenedWhile speaking on his dreams and ambitions
Although I could never understand
There was comfort that I listened
With mention to be better than himBe a better man in the world of negligence
Pedophilic malevolence, 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 stuck and fucking run amok, be celibateOnly 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 meFrom a child I couldn't shoulder, pushing 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 meI 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 laughterThe 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 kneeI 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 battleThe 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 dadI 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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