Fort Minor - What's real

I have a dream of a scene between the green hillsthe clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealedpeople dont talk about keepin it real, (it's understood that they actually will.)an intoxicated and stimulated MC starin in the treesparanoid or caught in the breeze, watch them flee, hip hop pets take a walk with me And what you'll see is a land where the sand's made of crushed up waxand the sky beyond you is chrylon blueand everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme MC's have left materialism behind them Meanwhile I just grip my mic andhope me and my team make it through alrightbecause say what you will and say what you mightbut dont ignore who it's for at the end of the night because...(Chorus)This is dedicated to the kidsdedicated to where the music livesdedicated to those who are tired of the same old samededicated to the people advanced in the gamewhat's real? is the kids that know that something's wrongwhat's real? is the kids who think they dont belongwhat's real? is the kids who have nowhere to run who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum out on sunset strip He asked me "how would you feel if everybody acted like you didn't exist?"You'd lose your grip probably eventually flip.So let it be known,you're the only reason that we do thisis so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it While MC's fight to see who can be the commonest We'd float overhead like a space odyssey monolith Overseein the game, over bein part of the same old thingit's all gonna change in a hurricanedarkness and pain, and acidic rain and promises you worked away the game Meanwhile I just grip my mic andhope me and my team make it through alrightbecause say what you will and say what you mightbut dont ignore who it's for at the end of the night because...(Chorus)This is dedicated to the kidsdedicated to where the music livesdedicated to those who are tired of the same old samededicated to the people advanced in the gamewhat's real? is the kids that know that something's wrongwhat's real? is the kids who think they dont belongwhat's real? is the kids who have nowhere to run who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.(Chorus)This is dedicated to the kidsdedicated to where the music livesdedicated to those who are tired of the same old samededicated to the people advanced in the gamewhat's real? is the kids that know that something's wrongwhat's real? is the kids who think they dont belongwhat's real? is the kids who have nowhere to run who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun.