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Grits - Rza
Written by：Robert Diggs/Elgin Turner

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

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
When I was small

We had nothing at all

We used to eat Grits

For dinner

Young shorties in my hood started hustlin'
Packin' bags at the neighbourhood associate

Growin' up not as fortunate
To have that fly sh*t
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
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