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 in the trees, paranoid, or caught in the breeze

Watch them flee, hip-hop hits

Take a walk with me and what you'll see

Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax

And the sky beyond you is krylon blue

And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme

And emcees have left materialism behind them

Meanwhile I just grip my mic

And hope me and my team make it through alright

Because say what you will, and say what you might

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

Dedicated to where the music lives

Dedicated to those tired of the same old scene

And dedicated to the people advanced in 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 are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

(end CHORUS)



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, probably eventually flip."

So let it be known, the only reason that we do this

So that you can pick it up and just bang your head to it

While emcees fight to see who can be the commonist

Be floatin overhead like a space odyssey monolith

Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing

It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain

And a