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[Intro:] |
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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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[Verse 1:] |
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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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[Bridge:] |
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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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[Verse 2:] |
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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 |
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[Bridge] |
