Linkin Park
Dedicated (Demo 1999) dainos žodžiai
I have a dreamOf 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 in the treesParanoidAre gone in the breezeWatch them fleeHip hop headsTake a walk with meAnd what you'll see is a landWhere the sand's made of crushed up waxAnd the sky beyond you is krylon blueAnd everybody speaks in a dialect of rhymeEmcees have left materialism behind themMeanwhile I just grip my micAnd hope me and my team make it through alrightBecause say what you willAnd 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 real is the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's real is the kids who think they don't belongWhat's real is the kids who have nowhere to runWho are 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 gripProbably eventually flipSo let it be knownThe only reason that we do thisIs so you can pick it upAnd just bang your head to itWhile emcees fight to see who could be the commonestWe float overhead like a space odyssey monolithOverseeing the gameOver being part of the sameOld thing it's all gonna changeIn a hurricane of darkness and painIn acidic rain and promises you won't do it againMeanwhile I just grip my micAnd hope me and my team make it through alrightBecause say what you willAnd say what you mightBut don't ignore who it's forAt 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 real is the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's real is the kids who think they don't belongWhat's real is the kids who have nowhere to runWho are 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 real is the kids who know that something's wrongWhat's real is the kids who think they don't belongWhat's real is the kids who have nowhere to runWho are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun( x1 more)
