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 bud in the buds 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 reverie When they settling for settlements Lock your doors, shut your windows, don't let the devil in The media, graffiti, or with relishments Money, cars, and clothes, I suppose what successful is They say, so your oats, it's natural to experiment But don't suck and *** and run amok, be celibate Only 14 when I first could I wasn't hot first I had to strap up and thank God for them condoms that my papa gave me Cause a convo by birds and bees Wouldn't save me from a child I couldn't shoulder Pushing in a stroller down the streets of 30B While all my homies asked 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 I had a rich dad, poor dad I had a rich dad, poor dad I had a rich dad, poor dad Son Never in the 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 Ain't 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 back 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 okay'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 *** 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 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