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 emcees   Staring in the trees, paranoid are gone in the breeze   Watch them flee, hip-hop hits   Take a walk with me and what you'll see      Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax   And the sky beyond you is krylon blue   And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme   And 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 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   And 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 shit, 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   Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it   While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest   Be floating overhead like a space odyssey monolith      Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing   It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain   And acidic rain and promises that 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 tired of the same old same   And 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 tired of the same old same   And 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 tired of the same old same   And dedicated to the people advancing the game      What's real, everybody who doesn't feel safe   What's real, everybody who knows they're out of place   What's real, anybody with nowhere to run   Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun