Grits

RZA & Allah Real & Masta Killa - Rap, Soul
Grits
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Duration: 3:00
Lyrics
[Intro] It was just me and you Sitting on the porch Talking about what we was gonna do when we got older It was hard living up here Growing up.. [Chorus] When I was small (just wanna sit back and enjoy the ride) We had nothing at all We used to eat grits (the chills are going through your bones) For dinner (yeah, on the street, doing this music) It was pain Almost drive a man insane (is crazy) What we could fight for To survive another day (you feeling this beat?) But I said nah [Verse 1: RZA] An old Killa Bee once hummed me a tune "Stay up at night, don't sleep on your 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 grits kept my family from starvin' Loose with the welfare cheese, thick with the gravy Used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby Steamy hot meal served, less than five minutes Big silver pot, boiling water, salt in it House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missing Pilgrim on the box on the stove in the kitchen [Chorus: Allah Real] When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat grits For dinner [Verse 2: Masta Killa] Yo, young shorties in my hood started hustling Packin' bags at the neighborhood associate Growing up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit I'm too young, no jobs'll hire me legit You walkin' down the street with your gun in your hand Drinking, thinking of a masterplan Your Old Earth can't afford what your friends got So you roll up to the spot, with your thing 'pon cock And it seems worth the takin', stomach achin' MorningStar veggie bacon go good with the grits Now let's take it back for real, when we used to build A ghetto Big Wheels with the shoppin' cart wheels And wood to nail the seat on, girls skipping rope in the street The summer heat left the jelly prints stuck to their feet Skelly Chief flip you baseball cards for keeps Momma said it's getting late, and it's time to come eat [Chorus: 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 fight for To survive another day But I said nah
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Credits
- Writers
- RZA
- Masta Killa