[Intro]

It was just me and you

Sitting on the porch

Talking about what we was gonna do when we got older

It was hard living up here

Growing up..

[Chorus]

When I was small

(Just wanna sit back and enjoy the ride)

We had nothing at all

We used to eat grits

(The chills are going through your bones)

For dinner

(Yeah, on the street, doing this music)

It was pain

Almost drive a man insane (Is crazy)

What we could fight for

To survive another day

(You feeling this beat?)

But I said nah

[Verse 1: RZA]

An old Killa Bee once hummed me a tune

"Stay up at night, don't sleep on your 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 kept my family from starvin'

Loose with the welfare cheese, thick with the gravy

Used to suck it, straight out the bottle as a baby

Steamy hot meal served, less than five minutes

Big silver pot, boiling water, salt in it

House full of brothers and sisters, the pop's missing

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 hustling

Packin' bags at the neighborhood associate

Growing up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit

I'm too young, no jobs'll hire me legit

You walkin' down the street with your gun in your hand

Drinking, thinking of a masterplan

Your Old Earth can't afford what your friends got

So you roll up to the spot, with your 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

A ghetto Big Wheels with the shoppin' cart wheels

And wood to nail the seat on, girls skipping rope in the street

The summer heat left the jelly prints stuck to their feet

Skelly Chief flip you baseball cards for keeps

Momma said, "It's getting 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 fight for

To survive another day

But I said, "Nah"