Late at night I'm writing got a lot on my mind

Exchanging midnight beats for sleep 'cause time's hard to find

Spent the whole day hiking through the city on a mission

Wishing I was living under different conditions

                                      

Looking for a face in the crowd I don't know

Looking past glass as if my nerves don't show

Looking for a new way to say one pairs of prints ain't enough

Me have to bluff me have no trust that makes it hard for me to open up

                                      

But I play the role and now nobody knows what's in me

I'm past the point of thinking that I could ever win see

I get all choked up about something that isn't there

Fair Skinned Earth Autumn Sun Through Black Hair "Where?"

                                      

Over there on college campus ground pavement

I turn my head it's just a shadow that's how my day went

My spirits fall like golden leaves from autumn trees

Collected in the street by the cool as 'trane fall breeze

                                      

Autumn Blue...

                                      

I'm looking out the window just to watch the block

Residential hotels smack addicts in flocks

A lazy day waitress with the hand that rocks

The ladle wipes the table feet below dreadlocks

                                      

Tickled ivories trickle out a modest speaker

Don't mind being alone but I'd be glad to greet her

One hundred and twenty miles from home but still in my dome

Pick up the phone and maybe later I'll see her

                                      

A happy couple crosses Second Ave. holding hands

I'm glad I'm not happy 'cause I still can't stand

The weight of a crush a light brush induced blush

That anxiety rush of that uncomforable hush

                                      

In conversation that two second pause feels like I'm waiting

For a bus I may have missed when I'm already late and

It's raining on my clean clothes day four of a new job

Well maybe it's not that bad but still that moment feels odd

                                      

So I repel it if I can smell it on the verge about to happen

It seems I'm without words unless I'm freestyle rapping

But then I'm full of crap and plus my mind is on city

On the real I feel uptight when all my fronts miss witty

                                      

It's hard to handle microphones I'll light like a gasoline candle

Face to face I'm feeling square as a handbill

So I'll head home and try to put it all together

Get me on my own and all along and I'll be better

                                      

Autumn Blue...