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letra de inspiration - lasoul (usa)

[verse]
who was my inspiration? my eldest generation
inspired my creation, big pop was my foundation
long before i started creatin’, pop-pop would always tell me
that i should start writin’, his words were so persuadin’
that notebook was his canvas, and his poems were his precious paintings
i tried my hand at writin’, i couldn’t recreate it
but the pen was so elegant, it was truly his element
kept it humble, not arrogant, his words were so delicate
his talent was heaven sent, he put his entire soul into every sentiment
i want to apologize for the way i treated you
there was a lot i was goin’ through, but that ain’t no excuse
i wasn’t listenin’, but i needed you
i need your guidance, i needed your voice
i need to hear you tell me how to drown out all this noise
you gave me chance after chance, you gave me choice after choice
and i still took advantage, my mind was deep in the void
man, i was so f-ckin’ selfish, i only cared for myself
while my pops was in bad health, struck a deal that ain’t go well
we had a money dispute, we screamed and yelled until i stormed away
a tuesday mornin’, i regret that day every day
all this happened because i didn’t have the funds to pay
so i told myself that i had to stay away
then months later, i heard you wasn’t doin’ well
i started readin’ your books, and stories you loved to tell
i wish that i was better to you when you needed help
on father’s day this year, i seen you lie in bed
but what i didn’t know, that this was your farewell
[interlude]
it was your farewell
your farewell
i-i love you more than anything, pops
i miss you
i feel horrible for what i did
this song is for you
it’s in remembrance of you
i love you so much
and i remember that poem you wrote about me when i was born, i feel like
you know, as soon as they cry tuesday, uh
god, i miss you so much

[outro]
my nightmares are not as crazy as this waking world
but then i remembered my grandson was to be born this day
and as i dressed and drove to the hospital, i despaired
the cloaked fog had settled on the indiana town
seeming to smother the present
as my mind clouded within a smog that clipped the future
i feared for my grandson
what kind of weary, worrying world was he inheriting?
however, not much later, gingerly holding my hour old grandson in my arms
i saw him smile for what may have been the very first time
a sigh of pleasure at the sense of touch
annoyed that he had no debts, no prejudices, no knowledge of religion
and that he had yet to find him, i wondered
is there hope for us?
maybe

- lasoul usa

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