Lyrical Breakdown of Grits - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grits" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how RZA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grits" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that RZA employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to RZA's narrative.

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It was just me and you You know, sitting on a porch Talking about what we gonna do when we get older, you know It was hard, you know, bein' a young kid Growing up Same thing that you see 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 Yo!, an old killer 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 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 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 When I was small We had nothing at all We used to eat grits for dinner Yo! young shorties in my hood started hustlin' Packin' bags at the neighborhood associate Growin' up, not as fortunate to have that fly shit I'm too young, no jobs would hire me legit You walkin' down the street with your gun in ya hand Drinkin', thinkin' of a master plan 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 at ghetto big wheels With the shoppin' cartwheels, 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 (it was just me and you, you know, sitting on a porch) We had nothing at all (talking about what we gonna do when we get older, you know) We used to eat grits for dinner (it was hard, you know, bein' a young kid) It was pain (growing up) Almost drive a man insane (same thing that you see) What we could fight for to survive another day But I said nah (it was crazy, real crazy)