Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rich Dad, Poor Dad , by - Big K.R.I.T.. Release date: 31.12.2011
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 stuck and fucking 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 |