Dedicated

          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
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          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                             
Over seeing the game, over being 
       Dm
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                     
And hope me and my team make it 
 D
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                            
   Pulling me close, the shadow 
             Ab
is warm inside
              G                    
This is where I feel at home, this 
                   Fm
is my place to hide
Dm                                
Pulling me close, the shadow is 
         Ab
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