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(Reed) |
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Ever since I was on cripples Monday, |
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I've got my eyeballs on my knees. |
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I rapped for hours with mad Mary Williams, |
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she said she never understood a word from me |
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because, I know that she cares about me, |
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I heard her call my name. |
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And I know that she's long, dead and gone, |
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still it ain't the same. |
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When I wake up in the morning, mama, |
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I heard her call my name. |
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I know she's dead and long, gone. |
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I heard her call my name. |
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And then I felt my mind split open. |
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I know that she's long, dead and gone, |
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still it ain't the same. |
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When I wake up in the morning, mama, |
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I heard her call my name. |
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I know she's dead and long, gone. |
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Still, I heard her call my name. |
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And then my mind split open. |
