*Note* I'm not positive on two of the words, but I'm pretty sure they're right. and im not quite sure how they were righting their stanza's, but i tried.
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keepin' it real
it's understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated MCs staring in the 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 dialect to rhyme
Mcs have left materialism behind them
(Chorus)meanwhile I just grip my mic and home me and my team make it thru alright
because say what you will and say what you might
but dont ignore who its for at the end of the night
cus 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 who advance in the game
(What's real?)It's the kids who know somethings wrong
(What's real?)It's the kids who think they don't belong
(What's real?)It's the kids who have nowhere to run, who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
I've seen a lot of shit
ive talked to a bum on sunset strip
he asked how would u feel if everyone 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
is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
while MCs fight to see who can be the commonist
we'd float over head like a pace odyssey monolith
over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing
its all gonna change in a hurrican of darkness and pain in acetic rain and promises you wont to it again
(Chorus)
(Pulling me closer; shadows warm inside)
(this is where I feel at home; this is my place to hide)
(Pulling me closer; shadows warm inside)
(this is where I feel at home; this is my place to hide)
(Chorus)
(Whats real?) Everybody who doesn't feel safe
(Whats real?) Everbody who knows they're out of place
(Whats real?) Everybody with nowhere to run and who hide in the shadows waiting for the sun
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