I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keepin' it real
It's understood that they actually will
Intoxicated and stimulated MCs starin' in the trees paranoid, are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop hats take a walk with me
And what you'll see is a land where the sand's made up crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect o' rhyme
MCs have left materialism behind them

Meanwhile I just grip my mic
An' hope me 'n' my team make it thru 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 ol' 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 nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows, waitin' for the sun

I've seen alot of sh*t, I've talked to bum out on Sunset Strip
He asked me "How would you feel
When 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 an' just bang your head to it
While MCs fight to see who can be the commonest
Be floatin' overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Over seein' the game, over bein' part of the same ol' thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane
O' darkness an' pain, acidic rain an' promises
That you won't do it again

Meanwhile I just grip my mic
An' hope me 'n' my team make it thru 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 ol' 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 nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows, waitin' for the sun


Pullin' me close, the shadow's warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pullin' me close, the shadow's 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 ol' 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 nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows, waitin' for the sun

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' 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 outta place
What's real/Anybody with nowhere to run
Who hides in the shadows, waitin' for the sun