Artist: Linkin Park
Dedicated
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away, and the sunlightās revealed
People donāt talk about keepingā it real
Itās understood that they actually wil
And intoxicated and stimulated MCās stairinā in the trees, paranoid
Are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop hits, take a walk with me
And what youāll see is a land where the sands made of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you Is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialective rhyme
MCās 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 donāt ignore who itās for at the end of the night
Cuz this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old saying
And dedicated to the people advancinā the game
Whatās real?
Itās the kids who know somethingās wrong
Whatās real?
Itās the kids who think they donāt belong
Whatās real?
Itās the kids who have nowhere to run, who are hiding in the shadows, waiting
for the sun
Iāve see a lot of shit ive talk to a bum out on Sunset Strip
He asked me how would you feel if everybody acted like you didnāt exist
Youād lose your grip Probably eventually flip
So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
So you can pick it up and just bang ya head to it
While MCās fight to see who can be the commonest
We float overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Overseeing the game
Over being part of the same old thing
Itās all gunna change, in a hurricane
Darkness and pain, and acidic rain and promises you wonāt do it again
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 donāt ignore who itās for at the end of the night
-Ch-
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Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
-Ch-
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old saying
And dedicated to the people advancinā the game
Whatās real?
Everybody who doesnāt feel safe
Whatās real?
Everybody who knows theyāre out of place
Whatās real?
Anybody with no where to run, who hides in the shadows, waiting for the sun
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