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I need a to get up before
I my face
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my trippin' off the fact
I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time
standin in the shower for half an hour
Tryin' to wake up and I'm lookin for the
reachin' for the towel with soap in my
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The next I know the telephone rings
I my own voice on the answering machine
please leave a I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice but nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay respect where is due
all praises to GOD the one I to
the one I can to
when I'm feelin to the bone
(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place
At six in the morning she
bed
stared out the window and then she
that I her type...
I think runnin outa types though... and I told her so.
She picked up her things and walked through the
and then that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was leaving I her if she'd call
she didn't look back said at all
I didn't change my clothes because they like you
and I took a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma for advice
it to me once it happened to me twice
Michael my son you really bugged
I that you were here so I could to you give
a hug she gave me a long, long talk
she "you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get rough sweat it
in life you just have to let it
and sing out a song so
that even a bad dream couldn't harm
to the mind of a young battles
formed from the candle light
her voice is like a kiss on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty
in the mornin beforeIwashmy face
a thousand miles is a lonely place
In the last thirty before
I fall
when I have said my and I have brushed my teeth
This is the time when I am to think about
all of the things I been tryin to forget
The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my
the cars, the traffic, the and the boom
I remember the times with me and you
and I my heart is shakin' up the room
Gramma she would tell us about the days
and she would tell us about when we were slaves
in the livin' pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures of bride and groom
child/ grand child lost
every single tear every single smile
'cause everybodies got alota to deal with
and doesn't stop it just makes ya feel it
so shake the offa your feet
take a forward liberate with the beat
so for you I wrote this
I you to hear it before you are gone.
the African in me the in me
are some a things my grandmother gave
to me some there are and some believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn I wash my face
The bed isstill there'san empty space
Earlyin themornin before I wash my
a hundred thousand miles is a place