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