Lyrics: Organized Konfusion. Walk Into The Sun.

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