[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 find for
To survive another day
But I said nah

[Verse 1: 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 floor, you hear a dozen 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'
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 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

[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 find for
To survive another day
But I said nah