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I have a dream of
a scene between the green hills
the clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
its understood that they actually will
an intoxicated and stimulated emcee staring in the trees
paranoid, I'm caught in the breeze
watch them flee, hip hop hits
take a walk with me and what you'll see
is a land where the sands made up of crushed up wax
and the sky beyond you is krylone blue
and everybody speaks in a dialect rhyme
emcee's have left the materialism behind them
Bridge
meanwhile I just grip my mic and hope me and my team
make it through all right
because say what you will and say what you might
but don't ignore who its for at the end of the night
Chorus
because this is dedicated to the kids
dedicated to wherever music lives
dedicated to those tired of the same all sayings
and dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real? It's the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real? It's the kids that think they don't belong
What's real? It's the kids that have nowhere to run
who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
I've seen a lot of
s**t
I've talked to a bum out on the sunset strip
he asked me how would you feel if everybody acted like you
didn't exist
You'd loose your grip probably eventually flip
So let it be know that the only reason that we do this
is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
well, emcee's fight to see who could be the commonest
we float over head like a space odosey monolith
overseeing the game, over being part of the same old thing
its all gonna change in a hurricane
of darkness and pain and acidic rain
and promises you wont do it again
Bridge
Chorus
Pulling me close
the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
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Chorus
this is dedicated to the
kids
dedicated to wherever music lives
dedicated to those tired of the same all sayings
and dedicated to the people advancing the game
What's real? Everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real? Everybody who knows there out of place
What's real? Anybody with nowhere to run
who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun
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