Grits Lyrics - Masta Killa

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' 

Pilgrim on the box on the stove in the kitchen 

(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 veggie bacon 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 

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