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 Are gone in the breeze Watch them flee Hip hop heads Take a walk with me And what you'll see is a land Where the sand's made of crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme 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 wherever music lives Dedicated to those tired of the same old same And dedicated to the people advancing 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 shit 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 Is so you can pick it up And just bang your head to it While emcees fight to see who could be the commonest We float overhead like a space odyssey monolith Overseeing the game Over being part of the same Old thing it's all gonna change In a hurricane of darkness and pain In acidic rain and promises 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 wherever music lives Dedicated to those tired of the same old same And dedicated to the people advancing 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
This is dedicated to the kids Dedicated to wherever music lives Dedicated to those tired of the same old same And dedicated to the people advancing 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 wherever music lives Dedicated to those tired of the same old same And dedicated to the people advancing 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? everybody with nowhere to run Who will hide from the shadows waiting for the sun