Autumn Blue

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