Songtext zu 'Rich Man (feat. Mad Son & Big Jess)' von Kinetics

He started on the ground, but he held his head tall
Cause dreams never lie, he knew he could have it all
He started with a big plan
And now he is a rich man
I know we're only on the ground but I hold my head tall
If you stay by my side, then baby you'll have it all
Got nothin' but a big plan
But soon I'll be a rich man

Mad Son:
He just got his B.A., now life's movin' fast like a freeway
Savin' for a home, college loans he gotta repay
On the grind, overtime, every weekday
Weekends fly by, Monday, it's a replay
Out of town trip with the boss for some business
Million dollar deals, not believin' what he's witnessed
Just then he spotted honey from a distance
Pretty young thing rockin' jewels like a princess
Flirtatious eyes, smilin,' comin' closer
Boss stands up, tells him, "Son, move over"
Kiss on the cheek, he takes her coat off her shoulder
She loves the finer things, don't matter if the men are older
Just another woman that was way out of his league
Made a promise to himself to work harder and succeed
Condo on the beach, Movado on the sleeve
One day he'd have that woman of his dreams

Big Jess:
He was a smart and successful, hard-working Wall Street banker
In his mid-thirties, six-figure paystub
Not exactly rich but living well enough to take a
Vacation whenever, spend a weekend in Jamaica
Loves talkin' business while sippin' on a cocktail
Confidence is through the roof, he feels like he cannot fail
Surrounds himself with the prettiest of women
But despite his position, they don't pay him much attention
He's got boats but they want yachts and the finer things
He always flies first-class but they want the private planes
He's got a pretty fancy, fully-loaded Maserati
But they ain't ridin' for long unless it's a Bugatti
It's not like he doesn't get any play
But the fact he's not rich always gets in the way
So he's determined to increase the income that he's earnin'
Cause that's the only way he'll get 'em to stay

Kinetics:
He worked in a sweatshop, in a ghetto in Brazil
A neighborhood where one wrong look could get you killed
And if you didn't steal, you survived on minimum wage
You lived in a cage, and ate the same dinner for days
But hey, he counted his blessings and he made an honest earning, see
Made a promise to his wife that he honored earnestly
Told her he would always give her everything she needs
And always be a loving father to their unborn seed
But when she went into labor he sat around nearby
But couldn't help to hear the sirens in the streets outside
And thought of robberies and poverty and high pollution
Kids who never got to be college students, locked into prostitution
Parents with early fates, sent the Pearly Gates
A kid with a dirty face, with clips and a .38
The things he saw would leave the average man traumatized
But they didn't matter when he looked into his daughter's eyes
He was the proudest dad
And had a woman that would love him for the man that he was, and not the things that he had
I guess what matters most
He had it all when he held his wife and daughter close...the richest man