Linkin Park - Dedicated

I have a dream of a city between the green hills
Clouds pull away, and the sunlights revealed
People dont talk about keeping it real
Its understood that they actually will
And intoxicated and stimulated MCs starrin in the trees, paranoid
Are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop pets, take a walk with me
And what youll 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
MCs 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 dont ignore who its for at the end of the night


Cuz this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where ever the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old saying
And dedicated to the people advancin the game
Whats real?
Its the kids who know somethings wrong
Whats real?
Its the kids who think they dont belong
Whats real?
Its the kids who have nowhere to run, who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun


Ive see a lot of s**t Ive talk to a b*m out on Sunset Strip
He asked me how would you feel if everybody acted like you didnt exist
Youd 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 MCs 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
Its all gonna change, in a hurricane
Darkness and pain, and acidic rain and promises you wont 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 dont ignore who its 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 advancin the game
Whats real?
Its the kids who know somethings wrong
Whats real?
Its the kids who think they dont belong
Whats real?
Its the kids who have nowhere to run, who are 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 where ever the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old saying
And dedicated to the people advancin the game
Whats real?
Its the kids who know somethings wrong
Whats real?
Its the kids who think they dont belong
Whats real?
Its the kids who have nowhere to run, who are hiding in the shadows, waiting
for the sun

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to where ever the music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old saying
And dedicated to the people advancin the game
Whats real?
Everybody who doesnt feel safe
Whats real?
Everybody who knows theyre out of place
Whats real?
Anybody with no where to run, who hides in the shadows, waiting for the sun

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