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[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
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[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
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