Artist: Five Fingers of Funk
Album:  Slap Me Five
Song:   Autumn Blue
                                      
               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...