| I was young when she told me I was divine, yes
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| Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)
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| Ran away then got into a life of crime next, Pyrex
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| Made it through the
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| Close calls, even I evaded shooters
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| So if anything go crazy
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| Everything works for the angel, baby
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| My first and for sure brush
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| With death was on the school bus, danger almost made my stool gush
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| Because the substitute driver caused the truck to cruise by us
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| Would’ve been crushed in dude’s tires 'cause this fool’s nuts
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| Sun shining, 'bout to have a more dark day
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| Told 'em drop me off on 63rd and Swope Parkway
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| That ain’t my regular stop, but I can leg it for blocks
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| To my grandmother’s, «Will do» the old fart say
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| And what’s a little strange
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| He didn’t pull to the curb, but he attempted to let me off in the middle lane
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| And the bus stairway extended my right leg
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| Then a truck flew by
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| If I woulda stepped sooner then I’d be quite dead
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| Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door
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| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby
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| Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home
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| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby
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| At my homie Davie house tripping, shrooms
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| Dark rainy night but on a mission, soon
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| It was me, Davie, Grant, Jake and a bitch
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| To get some more, we gonna be dipping, vroom
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| Jumped in her car, hit the highway
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| Doing 65, hey, thinking «This is my day»
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| She speeding, we tweaking, slick from sky spray
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| Hit a bump on the bridge, and the shit went sideways
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| Left, then right, then left again
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| To a girl with Tech and friends, this is where death begins
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| Hit the wall on the bridge hard, stopped in a quick sec
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| A little faster, we woulda flipped over and fell to our death
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| Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door
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| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby
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| Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home
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| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby
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| Southwest High School nighttime
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| Martin Luther King Day talent show, fights climb
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| To another level, takes the Devil to incite crime
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| No bright minds, ain’t no telling what you might find
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| Whole lotta gang shit
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| Somebody wanna bang with the homies I came with
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| 6512 Wornall Road was dangerous
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| Some lames couldn’t hang 'cause I gang thick
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| That’s when I saw one of 'em pull a pistol on us and aimed it
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| I was in the wind, just like the bullets that whizzed by
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| Running for blocks in the night, but never did die
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| Things go shaky and I’m sane more lately
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| But I guess mama protected me naming me angel baby
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| Thank you mama
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| Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door
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| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby
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| Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home
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| Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby
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| Everything works for the angel baby
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| Everything works for the angel baby
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| Baby, baby
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| Angel baby
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| Everything works for the angel baby
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| Everything works for the angel baby
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| Baby, baby
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| Angel baby
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| Enter fear |