100,000 Miles



I need a reason to get up before 

I wash my face



The junkies, the Hookers, the dealers the place



kickin' off my covers trippin' off the fact



that I haven't called my gramma in a long, long time



standin in the shower for almost half an hour



Tryin' to wake up and I'm lookin for the power



reachin' for the towel with soap in my eyes



dryin' off my shoulders, my chest, and my thighs



The next thing I know the telephone rings



I hear my own voice on the answering machine



please leave a message I'm glad ya called



I listen for a voice but there's nothin' at all



Man oh Man



I gotta kick the blues 



and pay respect where respect is due



all praises to GOD the one I return to 



the one I can turn to



when I'm feelin burned to the bone 



(chorus) 



Early in the morn before I wash my face 



a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place



At six in the morning she rolled 

outa bed 



stared out the window and then she said



that I wasn't her type...



I think she's runnin outa types though...and I told her so.



She picked up her things and walked through the door 



and then said that she couldn't see me no more



just as she was leaving I asked her if she'd call



she didn't look back said nuttin at all



I didn't change my clothes because they smell like you



and when I took a shower it reminded me of you



I called Gramma Brown for advice 



it happened to me once it happened to me twice



Michael my son you sound really bugged 



I wish that you were here so I could to you give



a hug then she gave me a long, long talk



she said "you have the patience of ice on a sidewalk"



when things get rough don't sweat it



sometimes in life you just have to let it



and sing out a song so strong



that even a bad dream couldn't bring harm



to the mind of a young childs battles 



formed from the candle light shadows



her voice is like a whispering kiss on the forehead 



(chorus) 



Early in the morn before I wash my face



The bedisstill warmbut there's an empty space 



Early in the mornin beforeIwashmy face



a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place



In the last thirty minutes before 

I fall asleep



when I have said my prayers and I have brushed my teeth



This is the time when I am forced to think about 



all of the things I been tryin to forget about



The Bills, the phone, cleanin up my room



the cars, the traffic, the speakers and the boom



alone I remember the times with me and you



and I realize my heart is shakin' up the room



Gramma she would tell us about the glory days



and gramma she would tell us about when we were slaves 



in the livin' room pianos outa tune



on top of it the pictures of every bride and groom 



child/ grand child lost child



every single tear shed every single smile



'cause everybodies got alota shit to deal with



and life doesn't stop it just makes ya feel it



so shake the dust offa your feet



take a step forward liberate with the beat



so for you I wrote this song 



I wanted you to hear it before you are gone.



the African in me the Seminole in me



These are some a things my grandmother gave



to me some believe there are and some believe there



ain't if ever there was one my gramma Brown she is a saint 



(chorus)



Early in the morn before I wash my face



The bed isstill warmbut there'san empty space 



Earlyin themornin before I wash my face



a hundred thousand miles is a lonely place