Текст песни:

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 crushed 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 realIs the kids who know that something's wrong

What's realIs the kids who think they don't belong

What's realIs the kids who have nowhere to run

Who're 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, 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 the commonist

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 realIs the kids who know that something's wrong

What's realIs the kids who think they don't belong

What's realIs the kids who have nowhere to run

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 kidsDedicated to wherever music lives

Dedicated to those tired of the same old same

And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's realIs the kids who know that something's wrong

What's realIs the kids who think they don't belong

What's realIs the kids who have nowhere to run

Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

This is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to wherever music lives

Dedicated to those tired of the same old same

And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's realEverybody who doesn't feel safeWhat's real

Everybody who knows they're out of placeWhat's real

Everybody with nowhere to run

Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun