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, or 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 sand is made up of [bad word] 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 where the music lives 
Dedicated to those tired of the same old scene 
And dedicated to the people advanced in 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 [bad word] 
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun 

I've seen a lot of [bad word]  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 
So that you can pick it up and just bang your head to it 
While emcees fight to see who can be [bad word] 
Be floatin 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 where the music lives 
Dedicated to those tired of the same old scene 
And dedicated to the people advanced in 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 [bad word] 
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 where the music lives 
Dedicated to those tired of the same old scene 
And dedicated to the people advanced in 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 [bad word] 
Will hide in the shadows waiting for the sun