Nation Of 1 - Dececated Lyrics
I have a dream of a scene between the green hillsClouds pull away and the sunlight's revealedPeople don't talk about keeping it realIt's understood that they actually willAnd intoxicated and stimulated emceesStaring into dreams, paranoid, are gone in the breezeWatch them flee, hip-hop headsTake a walk with me and what you'll seeIs a land where the sand's made of crushed up waxAnd the sky beyond you is Krylon BlueAnd everybody speaks in a dialective rhymeEmcees have left materialism behind themMeanwhile I just grip my micAnd hope me and my team make it through all rightBecause say what you will and say what you mightBut don't ignore who it's for at the end of the nightBecause this is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to wherever music livesDedicated to those tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancing the gameWhat's realIs the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's realIs the kids who think they don't belongWhat's realIs the kids who have nowhere to runWho're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sunI've seen a lot of shitI've talked to a bum out on Sunset StripHe asked me, 'How would you feelIf everybody acted like you didn't existYou'd lose your grip, and probably eventually flip'So let it be know the only reason that we do thisIs so you can pick it up and just bang your head to itWhile emcees fight to see who can be the commonistWe float overhead like a space oddysey monolithOverseeing the game over being part of the same old thingIt's all going to change and a hurricane of darkness and painAnd acidic rain, promises you won't do it againMeanwhile I just grip my micAnd hope me and my team make it through all rightBecause say what you will and say what you mightBut don't ignore who it's for at the end of the nightBecause this is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to wherever music livesDedicated to those tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancing the gameWhat's realIs the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's realIs the kids who think they don't belongWhat's realIs the kids who have nowhere to runWho're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sunPulling me close the shadow is warm insideThis is where I feel at home, this is my place to hidePulling me close the shadow is warm insideThis is where I feel at home, this is my place to hideThis is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to wherever music livesDedicated to those tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancing the gameWhat's realIs the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's realIs the kids who think they don't belongWhat's realIs the kids who have nowhere to runWho're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sunThis is dedicated to the kidsDedicated to wherever music livesDedicated to those tired of the same old sameAnd dedicated to the people advancing the gameWhat's realEverybody who doesn't feel safeWhat's realEverybody who knows they're out of placeWhat's realEverybody with nowhere to runWho're hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
