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letra de one for big lou - greaseball

[verse 1]
it’s like the rain brought about this man’s existence
for no man could be born a man of his conviction
with no addiction, and only just persistence
he met his fair lady around 1976-ish, or…
74 memory more or less escapes me
anyways, he asked this pretty girl ‘would you please date me?’
she said ‘ok i guess you’re pretty tall and handsome
i’ll meet you at the sock hop the kids will all be dancin’.’
he replied ‘nah, but i’ll go if what you choose, is that instead of hoppin’ in this car, we’ll take a cruise.’
she said no
he said ‘yes, i’ll even follow your directions.’
cuz after all his life, our man was done with the rejection
she said ‘ok i guess real quick down madison
he could feel his stomach turn and churn within his abdomen
they cruised all night she said ‘i must be leaving, mister.’
about a year’s time later is when they had my older sister

[verse 2]
time went on and they were falling deep in love
she had his back always when push came to shove
that’s why i’m holding out for my diamond in the rough
cuz no real woman leaves you when the going gets tough
anyways, fast forward twenty years, it’s 1992
and along the way they had a little boy, let’s call him lou
well anyway i haven’t gone into it yet
with two more out on the way and all the ends that needed met
they moved from house to house, all throughout the ‘hood
until they found a home, a place to build, and everything was good
the fire on the stove couldn’t rival the brilliance
of my mother as she devoted her whole life to her children
my father worked hard even amongst all the calamity
and smiled in ’92 when i was born in to the family

[verse 3]
we didn’t have much we only had enough to grow on up
and make something out of ourselves that wasn’t mucked up and damaged
good grades, and cold lunch, and mom made the sandwich
living in the ghetto, mexican but looking white
knowing this, my father went and taught me how to fight
knowing this, my mother went and taught me how to care
but my older brother taught me how to cut my hair
my sister taught me hip-hop and how you’re supposed to play it
light up shoes on house speakers in the back of a paseo
driving out to san berdoo, i’m only hearing dj quik
facing cigarette smoke never made me sick
thankful for the lessons i was given
they help me in those times when instrumentals get to skippin’
they taught me well and kept us all away from guns
but no lesson could prepare me for the days that were to come
so on that fateful day in march, i was left feeling numb

[verse 4]
the doctors said he’d be okay and they had all the answers
for the past two years, my pops had lived with cancer
n-body knew exactly when or how or why it happened
another broken family, another life subtracted
i watched my father cry and worry for his family
and since i’d never seen him shed a tear it really damaged me
i stood beside him dressed in all the clothes he bought
and told him ‘thank you’ for teaching me all the lessons that he taught
i know we never talked enough or had a heart to heart
but i appreciate the way you taught me right from the start
the world is cold and you’ve just got to be the same
refer to mom for any kindness that you keep up in that brain
i watched my father p-ss away in early march
as my brother and my sisters watched the beating of his heart
on the monitor, decrease until it finally said zero
i never told our character he really was my hero
and even though he p-ssed away, our story isn’t done
because on that fateful day my life had only just begun

[verse 5]
how i remember days of old, and i remember growing colder and colder
and i remember being bold, just a kid with that chip on his shoulder
who never really found a way that he could be
until i realized our main character lives through me
and i know it because when i speak to his parents
they look at me in tears for this resemblance that i’m bearin’
my mother does the same thing
never re-married and on that finger wears the same ring
you all taught me how to be a better man
although even at the time i simply didn’t understand
so when i feel like i don’t want to live
i’m thankful for the lessons and blessings that he would give
he taught me how the world will scar you like a knife
he taught me how to act in any moment faced with strife
he had a good family, an even better wife
and taught me more in p-ssing than he ever did in life
and i miss him

- greaseball

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