Cm
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
 Cm
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
 Cm
People don't talk about keeping it real
           Cm
It's understood that they actually will
          Cm
And intoxicated and stimulated MCs
                Cm
Staring in the trees, paranoid, are gone in the breeze
Cm
Watch them flee, hip-hop heads
       Cm
Take a walk with me and what you'll see
      Cm
Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
        Cm
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
     Cm
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
    Cm
And MCs have left materialism behind them


[Pre-Chorus]
Cm
Meanwhile, I just grip my mic
         Cm
And hope me and my team make it through alright
         Cm
Because say what you will and say what you might
           Cm
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night


[Chorus]
        Cm
Because this is dedicated to the kids
          D
Dedicated to wherever music lives
             Ab
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
        Gm
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
       Cm
What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
        D
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
       Ab
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
          Gm
Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun


[Verse 2]
     Cm
I've seen a lot of ****, I've talked to a bum
       Cm
Out on Sunset Strip, he asked me, "How would you feel
   Cm
If everybody acted like you didn't exist?
                Cm
You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip"
          Cm
So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
      Cm
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
     Cm
While MCs fight to see who can be the commonest
   Cm
Be floating overhead like a space odyssey monolith
Cm                                    Dm
Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing
                           Ab
It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
           Gm
And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again


[Pre-Chorus]
Cm                 F
Meanwhile, I just grip my mic
        Dm                      D
And hope me and my team make it through alright
        Ab
Because say what you will and say what you might
           Cm
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night


[Chorus]
        Cm
Because this is dedicated to the kids
          D
Dedicated to wherever music lives
             Ab
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
        Gm
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
       Cm
What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
        D
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
       Ab
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
          Gm
Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun


[Bridge]
Cm Dm                                         Ab
   Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
              G                                       Fm
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Dm                                         Ab
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
                 G
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide


[Chorus]
Cm
This is dedicated to the kids
          D
Dedicated to wherever music lives
             Ab
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
        Gm
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
       Cm
What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
        D
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
       Ab
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
          Gm
Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun
Cm
This is dedicated to the kids
          D
Dedicated to wherever music lives
             Ab
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same
        Gm
And dedicated to the people advancing the game
       Cm
What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
        D
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
       Ab
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
          Gm
Who are hiding in the shadows, waiting for the sun