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 into dreams, 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 [bad word] up wax 
And the sky beyond you is Krylon Blue 
And everybody speaks in a dialective rhyme 
Emcees have left materialism behind them
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 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 [bad word] 
Who're 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, and probably eventually flip' 
So let it be know 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 [bad word] 
We float overhead like a space oddysey monolith 
Overseeing the game over being part of the same old thing 
It's all going to change and a hurricane of darkness and pain 
And acidic rain, promises you won't do it again 
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 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 [bad word] 
Who're 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 [bad word] 
Who're 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 [bad word] 
Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.