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Late at night I'm writing got a lot on my mind |
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Exchanging midnight beats for sleep 'cause time's hard to find |
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Spent the whole day hiking through the city on a mission |
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Wishing I was living under different conditions |
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Looking for a face in the crowd I don't know |
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Looking past glass as if my nerves don't show |
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Looking for a new way to say one pairs of prints ain't enough |
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Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up |
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But I play the role and now nobody knows what's in me |
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I'm past the point of thinking that I could ever win see |
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I get all choked up about something that isn't there |
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Fair Skinned Earth Autumn Sun Through Black Hair "Where?" |
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Over there on college campus ground pavement |
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I turn my head it's just a shadow that's how my day went |
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My spirits fall like golden leaves from autumn trees |
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Collected in the street by the cool as 'trane fall breeze |
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Autumn Blue... |
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I'm looking out the window just to watch the block |
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Residential hotels smack addicts in flocks |
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A lazy day waitress with the hand that rocks |
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The ladle wipes the table feet below dreadlocks |
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Tickled ivories trickle out a modest speaker |
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Don't mind being alone but I'd be glad to greet her |
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One hundred and twenty miles from home but still in my dome |
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Pick up the phone and maybe later I'll see her |
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A happy couple crosses Second Ave. holding hands |
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I'm glad I'm not happy 'cause I still can't stand |
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The weight of a crush a light brush induced blush |
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That anxiety rush of that uncomforable hush |
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In conversation that two second pause feels like I'm waiting |
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For a bus I may have missed when I'm already late and |
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It's raining on my clean clothes day four of a new job |
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Well maybe it's not that bad but still that moment feels odd |
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So I repel it if I can smell it on the verge about to happen |
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It seems I'm without words unless I'm freestyle rapping |
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But then I'm full of crap and plus my mind is on city |
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On the real I feel uptight when all my fronts miss witty |
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It's hard to handle microphones I'll light like a gasoline candle |
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Face to face I'm feeling square as a handbill |
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So I'll head home and try to put it all together |
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Get me on my own and all along and I'll be better |
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Autumn Blue... |
