Blu, EXILE - All the Blues lyrics

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