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 MCs 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 sands made are crushed up wax And the sky beyond you is Krylon blue And everybody speaks in a dialectic rhyme MCs 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 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 *** 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 you can pick it up and just bang your head to it While MCs fight to see who could be the commonest We'd 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 a sin of grain 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 tied to the same old same 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 tied to the same old same 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 tied to the same old same Dedicated to the people advancing the game What's real is the kids who don't feel safe What's real is the really who knows they're out of place What's real is the kids who know they have nowhere to run Who hides in the shadows, waiting for the sun What's real is the kids who know they have nowhere to run