Angel took the cross, hung it round his neck
He's betting over 300 this year
And there's talk of Scouts making trips
From deeper in the southwest
His uncles all warned him about messing with white girls
But he always liked them the best

There's some things you can't outrun
It don't matter how far you come
Or how well you run the race
You're gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you've always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hardwired for something else

Chocolate and vanilla swirls
There's gonna be a little girl
And nothing anyone can say
Could stop her from taking your name in the backyard that day
But in a six-month deployment
An awful lot can change in you
She gets quiet
The distance cuts you in two
When you came home with cold blood to a dream that came true
Man you felt the wrong fire
Put em in the rear view

But there's some things you can't outrun
It don't matter how far you come
Or how well you run the race
You're gonna have to come face to face
With the thing that you've always known to be true
That you buried inside of you
Some fit the mold like a book on the shelf
Some are hardwired for something else

Angel's little cousin moves black tar and speed
From Tucson up to Salt Lake
It was a whole lot more than the Navy