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, dont 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 "its 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 pops missin
Pillsbury box on the stove in the kitchen
Young shorties in my hood started hustlin
Packin bags at the neighbourhood associate
Growin up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit
Im too young, no jobsd hire me legit
You walkin down the street with ya gun in ya hand
Drinkin, thinkin of a masterplan
Your Old Earth cant 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 lets 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 its gettin late, and its time to come eat
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