RZA - Grits Lyrics
[Hook: Allah Real]When I was smallWe had nothing at allWe used to eat Grits, for dinnerIt was painalmost drive a man insanewhat we could find forto survive another daybut I said nah...[RZA]An old killa bee once hummed me a tuneStay up at night, don't sleep on ya moonFour seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the roomAfternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoonOld Earth in the kitchen, yell "it's time to eat"Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feetOne pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarineA hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin'Loose with the welfare cheese, thick wit' the gravyused to suck it, straight out the bottle as a babySteamy hot meal serve less than five minutesBig silver pot, boilin' water, salt in itHouse 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 associateGrowin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shitI'm too young, no jobs'd hire me legitYou walkin' down the street with ya gun in ya handDrinkin, thinkin' of a masterplanYour Old Earth can't afford what ya friends gotSo you roll up to the spot, with ya thing 'pon *****And it seems worth the takin', stomach achin'Morningstar veggie bacon go good with the GritsNow let's take it back for realwhen we used to build at ghetto big wheelswith the shoppin' cart wheels, and wood to nail the seat onGirls skippin' rope in the streetthe Summer heat, left the jelly prints stuck to they feetSkelly chief, flippin' baseball cards for keepsMomma said it's gettin' late, and it's time to come eat[Hook]
