RZA, Allah Real, Masta Killa - Grits lyrics

When I was small we had nothing at all
We used to eat Grit's for dinner
It was pain almost drive a man insane
What we could find for
To survive another day but I said nah

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 floor
You hear a dozen stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar and
A stick of margarine a hot pot of Grit's 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' pilgrim on the box on the
Stove in the kitchen

When I was small we had nothing at all
We used to eat Grit's for dinner

Yo, 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'
MorningStar veggie bacon go good
With the grit's
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

When I was small we had nothing at all
We used to eat Grit's for dinner
It was pain almost drive a man insane
What we could find for
To survive another day but I said nah