[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'

Morningstar 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



[Hook]






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