Miss Busdriver (Rachel)

Danger from East Oakland, black sheep, like me,

She kept her front door open,

They call her Miss Rachel,

When she'd open her heart to where neighbors in the O,

Lived there too, 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 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 [?] and things, we never trace,

In fact, 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 O, can you play music for your folks,

I'm 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 O, can you play music for your folks,

I'm kinda down I need to hear the note

You're not around but I can feel the hope.

Generosity, characteristic not found these days,

A willingness to expose your soul,

Give it all in a gaze, of love,

Compassion for your fellow men so rare,

So there, I guess he needed a bus driver with flare,

Who would never charge an angel a fare,

Just get them all to care for the human beings,

So need to guard, and whisper in the ear to kill the fear,

Her mother Helen taught them empower women,

Some men would take it like a sour lemon,

And scrounge their face up, wait up,

Don't raise your hands up,

She'd make you sit down, now take a seat now,

She'd get the band up in Ellis Street,

Make a fellow tap his feet,

Now a part of the universal tapestry,

Looking out for Margret 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 brinks to harmonize planetary harmony and [?]

Miss Busdriver, can't find my way home,

Can you pick my spirit up and take me to a safe zone,

Angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,

I'm 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 O, can you play music for your folks,

I'm kinda down I need to hear the note

You're not around but I can feel the hope.

Miss Busdriver, can't find my way home,

Angel of the O, can you play music for your folks,

I'm kinda down I need to hear the note.