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Allah Real - Grits 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..

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