Nation Of 1 - Dececated lyrics

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 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're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun I've seen a lot of sh** 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 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'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 to run 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 to run Who're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun