Dedicated
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight is revealed
People don't talk about keepin' it real
It's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Starin' the in trees, paranoid are gone with 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 where ever music lives
Dedicated to those, tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real
It's the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
It's the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
It's the kids who have no where to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
I've seen a lot of sh*t
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 can be the Commonist
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 and 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 where ever music lives
Dedicated to those, tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real
It's the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
It's the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
It's the kids who have no where to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
Pullin' me close the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pullin' 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 where ever music lives
Dedicated to those, tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game
What's real
It's the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real
It's the kids who think they don't belong
What's real
It's the kids who have no where to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where ever music lives
Dedicated to those, tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancin' 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 no where to run
Who hide in the shadows waiting for the sun
