I have a dream of a scene
between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring in the trees paranoid or caught
in the breeze
Watch them flee hip-hop hits
Take a walk with me and what you'll see
Is a land where the sand is made up of
crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
And emcees have left materialism behind them
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it
through alright
Because say what you will and say
what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at
the end of the night
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of
the same old same
And dedicated to the people advanced
in the game
What's real is the kids who know
that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think
they don't belong
What's real is the kids
who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows
waiting for the sun
I've seen a lot of ****
I've talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip he asked me
How would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist
You'd lose your grip probably eventually flip
So let it be known the only reason
that we do this
So that you can pick it up and
just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be
the commonist
Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Over seeing the game over being part of
the same old thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane of
darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises
that you won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make
it through alright
Because say what you will
and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for
at the end of the night
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of
the same old same
And dedicated to the people advanced
in the game
What's real is the kids who know
that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think
they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have
nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows
waiting for the sun
Pulling me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home this
is my place to hide
Pulling me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home this is
my place to hide
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of
the same old same
And dedicated to the people advanced
in the game
What's real is the kids who know
that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think
they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have
nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows
waiting for the sun
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of
the same old same
And dedicated to the people advanced
in the game
What's real everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real everybody who knows
they're out of place
What's real anybody with nowhere to run
Will hide in the shadows
waiting for the sun