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I a reason to get up before
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the the place
kickin' off my covers trippin' off the
I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time
standin in the shower for almost half an
Tryin' to up and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel with in my eyes
off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs
The thing I know the telephone rings
I hear my own voice on the machine
please leave a message I'm glad ya
I for a voice but there's nothin' at all
Man oh Man
I gotta kick the
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 morn I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely
At six in the she rolled
bed
stared out the window and then she
that I her type...
I think she's outa types though... and I told her so.
She up her things and walked through the door
and then that she couldn't see me no more
just as she was I asked her if she'd call
she didn't look said nuttin at all
I didn't change my because they smell like you
and when I took a it reminded me of you
I Gramma Brown for advice
it happened to me once it to me twice
my son you sound really bugged
I wish that you were here so I could to you
a hug she gave me a long, long talk
she said "you have the of ice on a sidewalk"
when get rough don't sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and out a song so strong
that even a bad dream couldn't bring
to the mind of a young battles
from the candle light shadows
her voice is a whispering kiss on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty
Early in the beforeIwashmy face
a hundred thousand miles is a place
In the last minutes before
I asleep
when I have said my prayers and I have my teeth
This is the time 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 with me and you
and I realize my heart is up the room
Gramma she tell us about the glory days
and she would tell us about when we were slaves
in the livin' pianos outa tune
on top of it the of every bride and groom
child/ grand child lost
single tear shed every single smile
'cause got alota shit to deal with
and life doesn't stop it just ya feel it
so the dust 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 in me the Seminole in me
These are some a my grandmother gave
to me some believe there are and some there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I my face
The bed isstill warmbut empty space
Earlyin themornin before I my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place