Paco

Think back to the days of the seventh grade

The sun shining down on the field where we played

I watched you run, what an athlete then

More than a teammate, my very best friend

You had the rhythm, you had the pace

Moving through defenders with a quiet grace

Oh, Paco, I pray you're still balling out there

Running the pitch with the wind in your hair

You’re the truest friend that I’ve ever known

A bond of brothers that has only grown

Through the victories and the sweat we share

I hope you're still balling out there

When the whistle blew and the daylight faded

We headed to the meals that we always awaited

Breaking our bread after leaving it all

Just talking 'bout life and the love of the ball

Those post-game tables felt like holy ground

With the laughter of youth echoing around

Oh, Paco, I pray you're still balling out there

Running the pitch with the wind in your hair

You’re the truest friend that I’ve ever known

A bond of brothers that has only grown

Through the victories and the sweat we share

I hope you're still balling out there

Time keeps moving, the seasons change

But the heart of the game remains the same

I count my blessings for the memories we made

Every single pass and the games we played

I lift up a prayer that your legs are still strong

But I have to confess what I've known all along

Oh, Paco, I pray you're still balling out there

Running the pitch with the wind in your hair

You’re the truest friend that I’ve ever known

A bond of brothers that has only grown

Keep chasing the glory, keep following through

But remember, motherfucker, I'm better than you