Walk Into The Sun Lyrics - 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 summers 

Come in 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 play 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 

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now 

We gotta walk into the sun, ha, hah 

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, hah 

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now 

We gotta walk into the sun 

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 some 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 mustaches trimmed 

Rockin' a t-shirt, shorts with thick socks 

With my boots that I nickname Timber 

Here comes dayfall 

I can remember 

When we used to chill 

And hang with Paul, Sea 

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now 

We gotta walk into the sun, ha, hah 

We gotta get away, we gotta do it now 

We gotta walk into the sun 

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 

Constantly motivating, highly elevating the 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 simplistic 

But what I see's not materialistic 

My hay fever is actin' 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 Rock's, plus peach schnapps served on the rocks 

The Organisms play the boardwalk, pullin' numbers from Pros' Peak 

The scenario where 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' to 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 drummin' 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