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