A sweet little angel is gone to the dust,
That's how we do in this country we luv...
So many pictures u see from the earth,
We walked on the moon for all it was worth.
When ur living a lie, it revolves like ur soul,
And they lock u away,
And the truth isn't told...
So you play the defense and you play Herculean,
A fraudulent luvver
Who didn't talk real...
And ur baby is gone at the hand of "not yet"
When it comes down to u,
It's like Russian roulette...
So u write to the President,
Freedom
Allowed,
To ask him if he's gonna visit ur town...
How much we no now and how much we didn't,
How long it must be
Since they put u in prison.
Because I don't believe that the angel was spared,
How much money she'd stand to get off on her man.
And I'm not rich as some dam millionaire,
But I hurt for each moment they lock her in there.