Autumn’s Reflection

Lyrics

Imagine if we could dream together, the things we could do Reflection [Verse] Another whisper in time as life remains Clouds go by, hoping to fight the rain I been through so much thinking I like the pain How can I maintain if you keep storming my brain? Memories of your dress as you swayed under moonlight A butterfly living a cocoon life I soon write another letter that you won't get An optimist so these poems won't hit Top 40, cool That's cool, a sporty young dude with a heart for the people although some of 'em rude with an attitude like I'm Ice Cube with the vision Friday in hindsight, my weekend slipping right in front of me Autumn asked, "who you wanna be?" I don't know sometimes but not a wannabe, just me, a cloud floating in the distance Watching life change in an instant, for instance… A couple years ago I was in the shelter Now I'm riding airlines, flying via Delta Decided I'ma be a helper for those in need, sow the seed Come and talk to me, Destiny forever my lady, got Jodeci on repeat Clouds under my feet, it's only life that I speak, my light never retreats (my light never retreats) Now equipped with a mental blade This for redemption, beats I was meant to raid, we never fade like cheap clothes Scottie, yo, repeat those ethos of jazz and blues while peace grows and spreads through soundscapes Release hope, this gift was bestowed, behold, bear witness, no peepshow Let it flow from the soul so you know it's pure Sick of hate? Tune in, love's ensured Moonlight illuminating the path ahead I was dealt a bad hand, still had to play strategically The rhythm was appeasing me, Autumn revealing who I need to be, She seizing me for greatness You gotta Excuse the Lateness, been a long journey but I'm gracious Had some minor setbacks, still never changed my direction Finally I'm not ashamed of my reflection… Finally I'm not ashamed of my reflection Finally I'm not ashamed of my reflection Finally I'm not ashamed of my reflection [Sample] Jazz is plural, they give you a space, show you its contours, allow you to move around and drown if you want, over hilltops of remorse, created by love or dolorous longing, piano, broken chords breaking down space like watching bits of paper collect, root notes you tend to lean on or maybe a honking minor third, a harmonic multicolored sharp Wake up, you're dreaming…