Dedicated
I have a dream of a scene between the green hillsClouds pull away and the sunlight is revealedPeople don't talk about keepin' it realIt's understood that they actually willAnd intoxicated and stimulated emceesStarin' the in trees, paranoid are gone with the breezeWatch them fleeHip hop heads take a walk with me, and what you'll seeIs a land where the sand's made of crushed up waxAnd the sky beyond you is krylon blueAnd everybody speaks in a dialect of rhymeEmcees have left materialism behind themMeanwhile I just grip my micAnd hope me and my team make it through alrightBecause say what you will, and say what you mightBut don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
Because,This is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to where ever music livesDedicated to those, tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancin' the gameWhat's realIt's the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's realIt's the kids who think they don't belongWhat's realIt's the kids who have no where to runWho are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
I've seen a lot of sh*tI've talked to a bum out on Sunset StripHe asked me "How would you feel if everybody acted like you didn't exist?"You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flipSo let it be known, the only reason that we do thisIs so you can pick it up and just bang your head to itWhile emcees fight to see who can be the CommonistWe float overhead like a space odyssey monolithOverseeing the game, over being part of the same old thing, it's all gonna changeIn a hurricane of darkness and pain and acidic rain and promises you won't do it againMeanwhile I just grip my micAnd hope me and my team make it through alrightBecause say what you will, and say what you mightBut don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
BecauseThis is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to where ever music livesDedicated to those, tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancin' the gameWhat's realIt's the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's realIt's the kids who think they don't belongWhat's realIt's the kids who have no where to runWho are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
Pullin' me close the shadow is warm insideThis is where I feel at home, this is my place to hidePullin' me close the shadow is warm insideThis is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
This is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to where ever music livesDedicated to those, tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancin' the gameWhat's realIt's the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's realIt's the kids who think they don't belongWhat's realIt's the kids who have no where to runWho are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
This is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to where ever music livesDedicated to those, tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancin' the gameWhat's realEverybody who doesn't feel safeWhat's realEverybody who knows they're out of placeWhat's realEverybody with no where to runWho hide in the shadows waiting for the sun