I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and they sunlights revealed
People dont talk about keeping it real
Its understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring in the dreams
Paranoid
Are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee
Hip hop heads/take a walk with me
And what youll see
Is a land with the stands made of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is chrylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialectic 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 dont ignore who its 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 who advance in the game
Whats real/is the kids who know that somethings wrong
Whats real/is the kids who think they dont belong
Whats real/is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows
Waiting for the sun

Ive seen a lot of sh--
Ive talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip
He asked me how would you feel
If everybody acted like you didnt exist
Youd lose your grip
Probably eventually flip
So let it be known
The only reason we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
Well emcees like to see
Who can be the communist
Be floatin overhead like a space on a sea monolith
Oversee the game
Over bein part of the same old thing
Its all gonna change
In a hurricane/of darkness and pain
In acidic rain
And promises you wont to 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 dont ignore who its 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 who advance in the game
Whats real/is the kids who know that somethings wrong
Whats real/is the kids who think they dont belong
Whats real/is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows
Waiting for the sun

[Pullin me close the shadow is warm inside]
[Its when 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 who advance in the game
Whats real/is the kids who know that somethings wrong
Whats real/is the kids who think they dont belong
Whats 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 who advance in the game
Whats real/everybody who doesnt feel safe
Whats real/everybody who knows theyre out of place
Whats real/everybody with nowhere to run
Who will hide from the shadows
Waiting for the sun