All the Blues

There was a man with a horn born in Illinois His father was a doctor, his mother a music scholar But he dropped out the college of music to pursue it So what if everyone thinks you can do it? You gotta prove it So he aimed for the top, joined Charlie Parker's band Shooting heroin, smoking pot By the time Miles stopped, Charlie died Same time Miles was reaching his prime Bad times in the city Miles had no other choice but to get busy He told Dizzy, reshape the music From a silly knee-slapping good time to serious vibes Mood jazz, cool cats, built his band with Max, Red, Coltrane and just spazzed Even almost fought Thelonious A true live wire, though so harmonious But various women and serious relationships can make a switch But deliver the classics A modern jazz giant triumphs over the masses Every decade, another magic trick and back again Though so many died on his climb He never turned his back to them He put them on his back and walked another mile There was a man with a joy, born in Illinois He was my grandfather, my real mother's father So he moved out the Chi to LA and met my grandma Who had my little ma who was born in Los Angeles She ran into my father who was born in Santa Monica They played the harmonica and Chandra had a son Born in Los Angeles, my father's first one He would run away one day to turn me to a man It was me who had to care for my mother, understand I was 4, 5, more than live for a child But much more mature for a kid my age, for sure I swore one day that I would have my own boy Who was born in Los Angeles and not in Illinois Born full of joy, just like my family Ready to be exactly what we all planned to be A love so strong that no one can take away So we can live as long as anybody to this day And I would name him Miles, named after Miles Davis