| Angels! |
| Ooh ooh
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| Angels! |
| Ooh oh ooh angels
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| Precious little boy and girl growing up fast, in this foul world
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| Mama’s trying to do all she can to get through the tough times
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| Press rewind and go back to early days
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| And I would do it all the same way
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| Keep my babies, yeah I struggled
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| But God ain’t give me more than I could handle
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| Sent me two angels when my life was tangled in knots
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| And they’re all I’ve got
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| My everything so pure and sweet
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| Two perfect little parts of me, the heart of me
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| Mommie, pulled some rabbits out some hats to pay the bills
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| And fix ya meals, cause you both gave me the will power
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| To tower over obstacles in our path
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| And when I’m sad, ya innocence makes me laugh
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| So glad to have a son and a daughter, so I strive harder
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| To keep it tight and bring comfort in your lives
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| And I try not to bash ya dads and bring you in the drama
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| Though you both know I’ve been the daddy and the mama
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| And I’ma keep doing all I can
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| To make a strong black woman and man, out my angels
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| Oh my angels, yeah
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| Mommie’s angels, mommie’s a-a-angels |
| Oh angels, mommie’s angels
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| You’re my angels, my angels, my angel child
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| Ooh, mommie’s angels, angel, angel
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| You’re my angel, ooh, mommie’s a-a-angels, angel yeah ooh
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| I’m ya real model
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| Don’t need to play no role and I don’t hold, rap, or move the dramas
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| For the way my flowers blossom
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| I’ma put it down and keep it real for the both of you
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| Expose you to life, let you know wrong or right like
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| If y’all sell dope you might go to jail or get killed
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| If y’all use drugs y’all will destroy ya minds, lie, and steal
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| Lose ya self-respect, essence and ya pride
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| And mama won’t succeed the birth of ya rise, so strive
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| If y’all sleep around unprotected
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| Expect to have a bunch of little children
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| All diseases that can’t be cured and
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| If y’all quit school ya play the fool that’s half steppin'
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| Intelligent black folks are our strongest weapon, get ya lessons
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| Vocal sessions on the regular, eye contact
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| I’m ready to take responsibility for the mine’s act
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| So save that blame it on him, her, them for mine
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| I’ll have to find the time to shape their little minds |
| They’re my angels
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| I’ma carry y’all till y’all can carry yourselves on ya own
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| Hugs and kisses way after y’all grown
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| Help ya out when ya need but stress independence
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| Unconditional love, that’s my life sentence, no repentence needed
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| This is how it’s supposed to be
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| And I’ma keep my children close to me
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| Hope to be, the best mama that I can
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| Precious Lord please take me by my hands
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| And guide me with ya righteous wings
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| Cause I don’t want my babies to regret a thing
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| He’s my king, she’s my queen
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| They’re my world, thank you for my little boy and girl, mommie’s angels |