I got a message from Baghdad Said that he was doing okay Said that he could take, good care of himself Such as rushing to the Always tootin' at women I never heard from him again Mmmm With just a whisper of suspicion He steps out on to the crowded road Makes his way, through the puddles and the people Got to meet some body, got to start car and He never felt more alive Now there ain't no reason, ain't to rhyme Just in the wrong place, at the wrong time Gotta be crazy, crazy, to walk these streets in a free fire zone Now there's no going home Such a perfect little angel Delivers d**h behind the wheel Offers spells to God and families And with a young heart pounding She hits a bu*ton And blasts off to paradise Ohhhh I got a message from Baghdad I got a message from Baghdad Ohhh Got a message from Baghdad Mmmmm --- .