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I have a dream of a scene between the green hills |
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Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed |
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People don't talk about keeping it real |
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It's understood that they actually will |
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And intoxicated and stimulated emcees |
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Staring in the trees, paranoid, or caught in the breeze |
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Watch them flee, hip-hop hits |
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Take a walk with me and what you'll see |
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Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax |
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And the sky beyond you is krylon blue |
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And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme |
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And emcees have left materialism behind them |
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Meanwhile I just grip my mic |
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And hope me and my team make it through alright |
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Because say what you will, and say what you might |
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But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night |
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Because this is dedicated to the kids |
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Dedicated to where the music lives |
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Dedicated to those tired of the same old same |
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And dedicated to the people advanced in the game |
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What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong |
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What's real is the kids who think they don't belong |
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What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run |
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Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun |
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I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum |
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Out on sunset strip, he asked me How would you feel |
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If everybody acted like you didn't exist |
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You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip. |
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So let it be known, the only reason that we do this |
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So that you can pick it up and just bang your head to it |
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While emcees fight to see who can be the commonist |
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Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith |
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Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing |
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It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain |
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And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again |
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Meanwhile I just grip my mic |
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And hope me and my team make it through alright |
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Because say what you will, and say what you might |
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But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night |
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Because this is dedicated to the kids |
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Dedicated to where the music lives |
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Dedicated to those tired of the same old same |
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And dedicated to the people advanced in the game |
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What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong |
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What's real is the kids who think they don't belong |
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What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run |
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Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun |
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Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside |
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This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide |
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Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside |
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This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide |
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Because this is dedicated to the kids |
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Dedicated to where the music lives |
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Dedicated to those tired of the same old same |
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And dedicated to the people advanced in the game |
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What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong |
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What's real is the kids who think they don't belong |
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What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run |
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Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun |
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This is dedicated to the kids |
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Dedicated to where the music lives |
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Dedicated to those tired of the same old same |
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And dedicated to the people advanced in the game |
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What's real, everybody who doesn't feel safe |
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What's real, everybody who knows they're out of place |
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What's real, anybody with nowhere to run |
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Will hide in the shadows waiting for the sun |