[Verse 1] I remember stealing the peppermints out my momma's purse She used to say, "there was a war on little black boys and it's only getting worse" While everybody screaming and shouting, I got my best leave in church Cause I don't wanna going on and know it all if the truth gon' hurt [Chorus] Then my grandma said, "boy, wake up I think that he's talking to you" She said, "wake up God may have something for you to do" Don't make me sad and make God mad He's only gon' choose a few You better wake up Cause you're wearing your Sunday shoes [Verse 2] Then my grandma felt the spirit and she stood up slow Then she just looked at me and smiled, and let my hand go Then she already known she gotta go to God alone and she couldn't make me And I only prayer when she was up there, as that a lifetime it wouldn't take me [Chorus] I don't wake up I think somebody's talking to you You better wake up There may be something for you to do Don't you make me sad and make God mad He's only gon' choose a few You better wake up And tighten up your Sunday shoes [Bridge] Well, keep walking with Him Cause God is the real love Had for them owning so long Don't be surprised how you could still fit up Thank your momma, thank your daddy Look at and you have it My beloved grandma Ruby Sunday morning and shining right through it [Chorus] Man, wake up I think somebody's talking to you You better wake up There will be something for you to do Don't you make me sad and make God mad Cause he's only gon' choose a few You better wake up Cause you're wearing your Sunday shoes [Outro] Well, well, well