Linkin Park - Dedicated
I have a dream
Of a scene 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 mc's
Starring in the trees paranoid
Are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee
Hip hop hits
Take a walk with me
And what you'll see is a land where the sands made up of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is crylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialected rhyme
Mc's oblipitivaryism behind them
Mean while I just grip my mic and hope me and my team make it through all right
Because say what you will and say what you might but dont ignore who its for at the end of the night
Chorus
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those who tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advance in the game
What's real - is the kids that know somethings wrong
What's real - is the kids that think they dont belong
What's real - is the kids who have no where to run who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
End chorus
I've seen a lot of shit
I talked to a bum out on sunset strip
He asked me how would you feel if every body acted like you didnt exist
You'd 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 your head to it
Well MC's fight to see who can be the common as we float over head like a space odyssey monolith
Overseeing the game over being part of the same old thing
Its all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises you wont do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic and hope that me and my team make it through allright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But dont ignore who its for at the end of the night
Chorus
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those who tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advance in the game
What's real - is the kids that know somethings wrong
What's real - is the kids that think they dont belong
What's real - is the kids who have no where to run who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
Drawing me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Drawing me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Chorus
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those who tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advance in the game
What's real - is the kids that know somethings wrong
What's real - is the kids that think they dont belong
What's real - is the kids who have no where to run who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those who tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advance in the game
What's real - Everybody who doesnt feel safe
What's real - everybody who knows their outta place
What's real - everybody with no where to run, who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun
Writer(s): Mike Shinoda, Chester Charles Bennington, Joseph Hahn, Brad Delson
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