Walk Into the Sun Organized Konfusion

[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