It's in me

Kicks, snares, and hi-hats

my left hand knows guitar strings

I breathe warm brass

Mingling with a "Love Supreme"

Nina has put a smell on me

seemingly misunderstood by nature 

I was named after the father of cool

 

Marvin speaks to me 

And often I see what Stevie paints

In a melody

Delacately relayed 

My scene described by Gil Scott

My home, the city filled with hate

Ten year old children

Who like Freddy lay dead

 

But, my lover is dying

She hasn't aged well

She welcomed change with haste

But fell from glory

So I write roses for her 

Chords become a pillow

To help her rest

All the while I pray my love

Will appease the man up above

And once again revive beautiful notes