Miss Busdriver (Rachel)

Angels for me like me
She kept her front door open they call her Miss Rachel
When she opened her heart to her neighbors
And there oh, I lived there to and when I did
She drove that bus through the cuts
Where most white folks could never live and i..
Had a woman in my family who I could identify with in a certain way
Yes I could play my music understood by my Aunt
One of the first songs ever made with The Grouch
Sat with her in the pickup truck and played that shit real loud
I had my proud face on when she came to see me rap
Her claps were heard from the back
No things were never traced
She liked the Simple Man song
This woman ran strong, her energy is long, for decades and beyond

Miss Busdriver can't find my way home
Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone
Angel of the oak can you play music for your folks
Im kinda down I need to hear the notes

So Miss Busdriver can't find my way home
Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone
Arch Angel of the oak can you play music for your folks
Im kinda down I need to hear the notes
You're not around but I can feel the hope

Generosity a characteristic not found these days
A willingness to expose your soul
And give it all in the gaze of love
Compassion for your fellow man so rare
So there, I guess he needed a busdriver with flare
Who would never charge an angel fare
Just get em all to care
For the human beings who need to guard and
Whisper in they ears to kill the fear
Her Mother Helen, taught them empower women
Some men would take that like a sour lemon and scrunch they face up
But wait up, dont raise your hands up
She'll make you sit down, not take your shit now
She'll get the band up in Ellis Street make a fella tap his feet
Now I'm part of the universal tapestry
Lookin out for Margaret on the back beat
Mom and Dad and Rachel on the tag team
And man if you ask me, it's not sad it's actually
An angel that we needed in the ranks to harmonize
Planetary harmony, and man that's