Walk Into the Sun

[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