| Danger from East Oakland, black sheep, like me,
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| She kept her front door open,
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| They call her Miss Rachel,
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| When she’d open her heart to where neighbors in the O,
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| Lived there too, and when I did,
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| She drove that bus through the cuts where most white folks could never live,
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| And I… had a woman in my family,
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| Who I could identify with a certain way, yes,
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| I could play my music understood by my aunt.
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| One of the first songs ever made with the Grouch,
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| Sat with her in the pickup truck and played that shit real loud,
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| I had my proud face on when she came to see me rap,
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| Her claps were heard from the back,
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| No and things, we never trace,
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| In fact, she liked the Simple Man song,
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| This woman ran strong, her energy is long, for decades and beyond.
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| Miss Busdriver, can’t find my way home,
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| Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone,
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| Angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,
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| I’m kinda down I need to hear the notes
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| So Miss Busdriver, can’t find my way home,
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| Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone,
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| Arch-angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,
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| I’m kinda down I need to hear the note
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| You’re not around but I can feel the hope.
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| Generosity, characteristic not found these days,
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| A willingness to expose your soul,
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| Give it all in a gaze, of love,
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| Compassion for your fellow men so rare,
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| So there, I guess he needed a bus driver with flare,
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| Who would never charge an angel a fare,
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| Just get them all to care for the human beings,
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| So need to guard, and whisper in the ear to kill the fear,
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| Her mother Helen taught them empower women,
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| Some men would take it like a sour lemon,
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| And scrounge their face up, wait up,
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| Don’t raise your hands up,
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| She’d make you sit down, now take a seat now,
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| She’d get the band up in Ellis Street,
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| Make a fellow tap his feet,
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| Now a part of the universal tapestry,
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| Looking out for Margret on the back-beat,
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| Mom and Dad and Rachel on the tag team,
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| And man, if you ask me, it’s not sad,
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| It’s actually an angel that we needed in the brinks to harmonize planetary
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| harmony and
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| Miss Busdriver, can’t find my way home,
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| Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone,
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| Angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,
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| I’m kinda down I need to hear the notes
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| So Miss Busdriver, can’t find my way home,
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| Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone,
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| Arch-angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,
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| I’m kinda down I need to hear the note
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| You’re not around but I can feel the hope.
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| Miss Busdriver, can’t find my way home,
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| Angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,
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| I’m kinda down I need to hear the note. |