| Remember a child’s places what I often heard while asking
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| About the things no adolescent could imagine
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| Trying on the pants of a man I had not yet become
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| Hands too small to button the buttons my father often fastened
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| While speaking on his dreams and ambitions although I could never understand
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| There was comfort that I listened, with mention to be better than him
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| Be a better man in the world of negligence
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| Pedophilic malvolence, don’t trust your reverend
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| When they settling for settlements
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| Lock your doors, shut your windows, don’t let the devil in
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| The media graffiti-a with relishments
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| Money, cars, and clothes I suppose what successful is
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| They say so you’re oats, it’s natural to experiment
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| But don’t get stuck and fucking run amok — be celibate
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| Only 14 when I first cut
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| I wasn’t her first, I had to strap up
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| And thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me
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| Cause a convo 'bout birds and bees wouldn’t save me
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| From a child I couldn’t shoulder, pushin' in a stroller
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| Down the streets of 3OB while all my homies asked to hold 'em
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| Proceed to play ball, when he cried I can’t console him
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| I truly wasn’t ready for kids, that’s what he told me
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| I had a rich dad, poor dad
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| I had a rich dad, poor dad
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| I had a rich dad, poor dad
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| I had a rich dad, poor dad
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| Never in a sense of money spent
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| Christmas trees are beautiful without presents up under them
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| Lead by example, don’t get caught up in the rapture
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| Life is just a raffle, mostly pain, but some laughter
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| The older that you get, it’s even harder to believe
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| No superheroes on TV you used to see
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| Remember that I told you slow down, control your speed
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| The more you walk with God, the harder it is to scrape your knee
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| I remember when I fell from my first bike
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| There were no «are you okays"and rarely «are you alrights»
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| Just dirt in my pockets, handful of gravel
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| That’s when I realized that getting up is only half the battle
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| The fear of falling off will haunt me well into my teens
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| The moment that the world took a shit upon my dreams
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| Cause money is the root, and love is all we had
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| In fact, I’m glad, I had a rich dad, poor dad |