Grits lyrics

(feat. Allah Real, Masta Killa)



[Hook: Allah Real]

When I was small

We had nothing at all

We used to eat Grits, for dinner

It was pain

almost drive a man insane

what we could find for

to survive another day

but I said nah...



[RZA]

An old killa bee once hummed me a tune

Stay up at night, don`t sleep on ya moon

Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room

Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon

Old Earth in the kitchen, yell "it`s time to eat"

Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet

One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine

A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin`

Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit` the gravy

used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby

Steamy hot meal serve less than five minutes

Big silver pot, boilin` water, salt in it

House full of brothers and sisters, the pop`s missin`

Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen



[Hook x0.5]



[Masta Killa]

Young shorties in my hood started hustlin`

Packin` bags at the neighbourhood associate

Growin` up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit

I`m too young, no jobs`d hire me legit

You walkin` down the street with ya gun in ya hand

Drinkin, thinkin` of a masterplan

Your Old Earth can`t afford what ya friends got

So you roll up to the spot, with ya thing `pon cock

And it seems worth the takin`, stomach achin`

Morning star Reggie makin` go good with the Grits

Now let`s take it back for real

when we used to build at ghetto big wheels

with the shoppin` cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat on

Girls skippin` rope in the street

the Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feet

Skelly chief, flippin` baseball cards for keeps

Momma said it`s gettin` late, and it`s time to come eat



[Hook]