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I need a reason to get up
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my covers off the fact
that I haven't called my in a long, long time
standin in the for almost half an hour
to wake up and I'm lookin for the power
reachin' for the towel with in my eyes
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The thing I know the telephone rings
I hear my own voice on the machine
please leave a message I'm glad ya
I listen for a voice but 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 burned to the bone
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I wash my
a hundred thousand miles is a lonely
At six in the morning she
bed
stared out the and then she said
that I her type...
I think she's outa types though... and I told her so.
She picked up her things and through the door
and then said 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 change my clothes because they smell like you
and when I took a 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 wish you were here so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me a long, talk
she said "you the patience of ice on a sidewalk"
when things get don't sweat it
sometimes in you just have to let it
and sing out a song so
even a bad dream couldn't bring harm
to the mind of a young battles
from the candle light shadows
her voice is like a whispering kiss on the
(chorus)
in the morn before I wash my face
The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty
Early in the mornin face
a hundred thousand is a lonely place
In the last minutes before
I fall
when I have said my prayers and I have brushed my
is the time when I am forced to think about
all of the things I been tryin to about
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 the glory days
and gramma she would us about when we were slaves
in the room pianos outa tune
on top of it the pictures of bride and groom
child/ child lost child
every single shed every single smile
'cause got alota shit to deal with
and life doesn't stop it makes ya feel it
so shake the dust offa feet
take a step forward liberate with the
so for you I wrote song
I wanted you to it before you are gone.
the African in me the in me
These are some a things my gave
to me some there are and some believe there
ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a
(chorus)
in the morn before I wash my face
The bed warmbut there'san empty space
Earlyin before I wash my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place