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I need a to get up before
I my face
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my covers off the fact
I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time
standin in the shower for almost an hour
Tryin' to wake up and I'm lookin for the
reachin' for the towel with in my eyes
off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs
The next thing I know the telephone
I my own voice on the answering machine
leave a message I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice but there's at all
Man oh Man
I gotta the blues
and pay where respect 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 morn I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a place
At six in the morning she
bed
stared out the window and then she
I wasn't her type...
I think she's runnin outa though... and I told her so.
She picked up her things and through the door
and then that she couldn't see me no more
as she was leaving I asked her if she'd call
she look back said nuttin at all
I didn't change my clothes they smell like you
and when I took a it reminded me of you
I called Gramma Brown for
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 said "you have the of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get don't sweat it
in life you just have to let it
and sing out a song so
that even a bad couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young childs
formed from the light shadows
her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the before I wash my face
The warmbut there's an empty space
Early in the mornin face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely
In the thirty minutes before
I asleep
when I said my prayers and I have brushed my teeth
is the time when I am forced 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
alone I remember the times me and you
and I realize my heart is shakin' up the
Gramma she would tell us about the days
and gramma she would tell us about we were slaves
in the room pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures of bride and groom
grand child lost child
every single tear shed single smile
'cause got alota shit to deal with
and doesn't stop it just makes ya feel it
so shake the dust offa feet
take a step forward with the beat
so for you I wrote song
I you to hear it before you are gone.
the African in me the in me
These are some a things my gave
to me believe there are and some believe there
ain't if ever was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
The bed isstill warmbut empty space
Earlyin before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a place