Текст (слова) песни: RZA f Allah Real, Masta Killa - Grits

[Hook: 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 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`
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 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 Reggie makin` 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

[Hook]

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