Walk Into the Sun

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Prince Poetry, Pharoahe Monch, Organized Konfusion] The sun reflects off of the waves at sea Rain support roots that implants the tree There's a breeze, in the park, kites fly high Under the branches, convertibles fly by The sky blue, fields green Paints a picture that creates a scene Of the destiny that controls my fate Reflections of light creates shapes Inside of this particular sphere, I see kids in the street When I pass, I go, "Beep, beep, beep" See the Black boy over there runnin' scared? His old man runs numbers, summer's Comin' and he'll feel dumb if his son Doesn't have a new pair of sneakers So he combinates people's numbers in sequence When played straight, but not in the leaders Hip-hop pumps inside of Jeeps and cars It's daytime, but we still peep stars Parties every night, we gotta move, we gotta go We gotta step, let's jet [Chorus: Organized Konfusion] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now We gotta walk into the sun, ha-ha We gotta get away, we gotta do it now We gotta walk into the sun We gotta get away, we gotta do it now We gotta walk into the sun, ha-ha We gotta get away, we gotta do it now We gotta walk into the sun [Verse 2: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry] Love and hate, black and white Right or wrong, who is right? Some smoke joints to anoint their brain To the vanishing point so they won't go insane Mother, may I? Yes, you may Take two giant steps to go out and play I got next, sorry duke, I got my five You better call next and step to the side There's no specific topic of speech in this rhyme I just wanna go on a ride On a kaleidoscopic tree, visually Individually, we go our separate ways To get our haircuts and moustaches trimmed Rockin' a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks With my boots that I nickname Timber Here comes they fall I can remember when we used to chill and hang with Paul C [Chorus: Organized Konfusion] We gotta get away, we gotta do it now We gotta walk into the sun, ha-ha We gotta get away, we gotta do it now We gotta walk into the sun [Verse 3: Pharoahe Monch & Prince Poetry] Sittin' on a stoop while the Johnny pump shoots Water while we eat fruits The radio pumps, rockin' to L.O.N.S. and yes The girls display flesh by the way they dress The Ave surprises, the fulfilling collage Of scratches that strike like sticky matches Attacking techniques with combinating Constants motivating highly elevating your light steps When the air gets thick and you can feel the tension I bypass Howard and detour Benson 'Cause I don't really feel like fencing today So I chill in my own dimension and listen to the sax blow Flow abstract the sax always seems to relax you But at the same time, it attacks you In this particular era of darkness Bust a rhyme that might enlighten the mind and spark this Trail to follow the light that's guiding you from The evil that you walk into the sun From what I see, it's an addiction I'll explain to the brain about pain affliction Grab my hand, hold it tightly Close your eyes and maybe you might see what I see Yo, what I said's simplistic But what I see's not materialistic My hay fever is acting up So I took a couple of antihistamines (Whew) I got struck With relief, now patiently I wait for the summer 'Cause the spring brings pollen and that can be a bummer A terrific brother was havin' a specific get together by the beach Rolling Rocks plus Peach Schnapps served on the rocks The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin' numbers from Pros' Peak The scenario, here we go, pumpin' the Alpine stereo Hop along the turnpike on our way to the merry-go Round up the herbs at Six Flags, we're on a mission Hittin' the streets of New York in zig-zags Walkin' through the park, hark, the herald, named Erald Who creates with charts Central Park swarms with intellectual dialects With the potential of the city's best emergency medical techs So I dip, dip dive Listen to the musicians in the park play live The funky drummer was drumming even though he was a bum Some couldn't comprehend the vibe that blended With the sum, there were some who wasn't dumb, I supported with the hum Dropped five bucks, 'cause he was the one Yo, I gave a clap, I gave a wink, I gave a shout I gotta meet the Monch, strike three and I was out [Outro: Vicky] Just a hint of memories from last year Walks on the shore, beaches filled with bodies No wants for work, all you wanna do is party I just want to play all day Don't stress me now because I'm lounging Tops off the ride, fellas by my side No worries or cares up in here