Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step
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Every million miles ya haffe tek a first step
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I was sick of flippin' channels
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and sick of
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Flippin' quarters
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I called my man Zulu
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said, "Meet me on the corner"
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Maybe we can check out the clubs in the city
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'cause waitin' at the crib can make you feel shitty
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So he hopped into my ride on the squeaky door side and
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We hit the Upper Room
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where they keep the funk alive
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The man at the door
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invited us inside
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He said there isn't any cover
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if you're keepin' up the vibe
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We took it upstairs to big up the area
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The people in the house was shakin' up their derrier
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Raisin up their hands and raisin up their voices
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Tokes was the D.J. I was happy with his choices
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Maxin' and mixin' the beats they was fixin'
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My brain like a smoke that was doubly, triply, dope
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The decadence is gone and lifemay never be the same
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'cause when the beat hits
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You feel no pain!
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[Chorus]
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So a piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me
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A piece of peace for every peaceful person that you see
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A piece of peace for you, a piece of peace for me
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But I don't act peaceful if you're not that way to me
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Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
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Every million mile ya haffe tek a first step
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Five-O was outside waitin' with their vans
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Hopin' that shit would get outta hand
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So dat they could test their weapons
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On innocent civilians,
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The high tech shit costin' million and millions
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Money should've spent on something for community
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But that's O.K. because we got the unity
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So fuck the police! we can keep the peace!
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We can make love and conquer that disease
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Because nothing in the world is impossible tome
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I can swim on dry land and run upon the sea
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And nothing in the world is impossible to me
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You can chop off my legs and I'll land upon my feet
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I turn it over to the spirit and I leave her in charge
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My favorite record sounds like an African Head Charge
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She'll beat up the beats with and eggbeater
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Pour em in the batter
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She'll make 'em sound fatter and fatter
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'cause food for the soul is the flavor of the music
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Spice for the brain is the essence of the lyrics
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Songs can be delicious and also be nutritious
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You can't payfor culture", it can only be experienced
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BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
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"WELL HAVE YOU EVER BEEN EXPERIENCED!"
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"WELL"
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[Chorus]
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If the funk is on time
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Then we call it punctual
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We're matchin up the footsteps
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Spiritual and functional
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Like carnivale in Rio
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The Charlie Hunter trio
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Had the groovers groovin'
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And all the movers movin'
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Cuba, Twist, Reminisce and NME
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Graffiti on the street for everyone to see
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Even the elders in the house was havin' fun
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Because we livin' life at the top of our lungs
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It was truly a life celebration that night
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Had the world's greatest time
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But we'd never sell the movie rights
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To Morrie Povich, or anyone like that
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And anyone who does is really, really whack!
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We fish or cut bait and we're not takin' prisoners
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And if you comin' late then you might've missed some a this
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Funky good time we had here in fronta you
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So long, farewell, alveerdersain, adieau to you
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[Chorus]
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Piece O' Peace
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Michael Franti & Spearhead |