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 heads   Take a walk with me   And what you'll see is a land   Where the sand's made of crushed up wax   And the sky beyond you is krylon blue   And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme   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 could be the commonest   We 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 acidic rain 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 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 everybody with nowhere to run   Who will hide from the shadows waiting for the sun