Angel Baby - Tech N9ne, Nave Monjo

I was young when she told me I was divine, yes

Not even nine yet (Tech N9ne)

Ran away then got into a life of crime next, Pyrex

Made it through the

Close calls, even I evaded shooters

So if anything go crazy

Everything works for the angel, baby

My first and for sure brush

With death was on the school bus, danger almost made my stool gush

Because the substitute driver caused the truck to cruise by us

Would’ve been crushed in dude’s tires 'cause this fool’s nuts

Sun shining, 'bout to have a more dark day

Told 'em drop me off on 63rd and Swope Parkway

That ain’t my regular stop, but I can leg it for blocks

To my grandmother’s, «Will do» the old fart say

And what’s a little strange

He didn’t pull to the curb, but he attempted to let me off in the middle lane

And the bus stairway extended my right leg

Then a truck flew by

If I woulda stepped sooner then I’d be quite dead

Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door

Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby

Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home

Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby

At my homie Davie house tripping, shrooms

Dark rainy night but on a mission, soon

It was me, Davie, Grant, Jake and a bitch

To get some more, we gonna be dipping, vroom

Jumped in her car, hit the highway

Doing 65, hey, thinking «This is my day»

She speeding, we tweaking, slick from sky spray

Hit a bump on the bridge, and the shit went sideways

Left, then right, then left again

To a girl with Tech and friends, this is where death begins

Hit the wall on the bridge hard, stopped in a quick sec

A little faster, we woulda flipped over and fell to our death

Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door

Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby

Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home

Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby

Southwest High School nighttime

Martin Luther King Day talent show, fights climb

To another level, takes the Devil to incite crime

No bright minds, ain’t no telling what you might find

Whole lotta gang shit

Somebody wanna bang with the homies I came with

6512 Wornall Road was dangerous

Some lames couldn’t hang 'cause I gang thick

That’s when I saw one of 'em pull a pistol on us and aimed it

I was in the wind, just like the bullets that whizzed by

Running for blocks in the night, but never did die

Things go shaky and I’m sane more lately

But I guess mama protected me naming me angel baby

Thank you mama

Walked right out that fire while death was knocking at my door

Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby

Praying that my angel’s watching over me, keeping me safe 'til I get home

Angel baby, angel baby, everything works for the angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Baby, baby

Angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Everything works for the angel baby

Baby, baby

Angel baby

Enter fear