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I need a to get up before
I wash my
The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the
kickin' off my trippin' off the fact
that I haven't called my gramma in a 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
dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my
The thing I know the telephone rings
I hear my own on the answering machine
please a message I'm glad ya called
I listen for a voice but there's 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)
in the morn before I wash my face
a hundred thousand miles is a place
At six in the morning she
bed
stared out the window and she said
I wasn't 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 leaving I her if she'd call
she didn't look back nuttin at all
I didn't change my clothes because they smell you
and I took a shower it reminded me of you
I called Gramma Brown for
it happened to me once it happened to me
Michael my son you sound really
I that you were here so I could to you give
a hug then she gave me a long, talk
she said "you have the of ice on a sidewalk"
things get rough don't sweat it
sometimes in life you just to let it
and sing out a so strong
that even a bad dream couldn't bring
to the mind of a young battles
formed the candle light shadows
her is like a whispering kiss on the forehead
(chorus)
Early in the morn I wash my face
The bedisstill there's an empty space
Early in the mornin beforeIwashmy
a hundred thousand miles is a place
In the last thirty before
I asleep
when I have said my and I have brushed my teeth
This is the when I am forced to think about
all of the things I been tryin to about
The Bills, the phone, up my room
the cars, the traffic, the and the boom
alone I the times with me and you
and I realize my is shakin' up the room
she would tell us about the glory days
and gramma she tell us about when we were slaves
in the livin' room pianos outa
on top of it the of every bride and groom
child/ grand lost child
every single tear every single smile
'cause got alota shit to deal with
and life doesn't stop it just makes ya it
so the dust offa your feet
take a step forward liberate with the
so for you I wrote this
I wanted you to it before you are gone.
the in me the Seminole in me
These are some a things my gave
to me some believe there are and believe there
ain't if ever was one my gramma Brown she is a saint
(chorus)
Early in the morn before I wash my
The bed isstill there'san empty space
themornin before I wash my face
a thousand miles is a lonely place