Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dedicated [LPU Rarities], artist - Linkin Park. Album song Hybrid Theory, in the genre Ню-метал
Date of issue: 08.10.2020
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Dedicated [LPU Rarities] |
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills |
Clouds pull away and the sunlight’s revealed |
People don’t talk about keeping it real |
It’s understood that they actually will |
And intoxicated and stimulated emcees |
Staring 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 sand is made up of crushed up wax |
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue |
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme |
And emcees have left materialism behind them |
Meanwhile I just grip my mic |
And hope me and my team make it through alright |
Because say what you will, and say what you might |
But don’t ignore who it’s for at the end of the night |
Because this is dedicated to the kids |
Dedicated to wherever music lives |
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same |
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game |
What’s real is the kids who know that something’s wrong |
What’s real is the kids who think they don’t belong |
What’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, the only reason that we do this |
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it |
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest |
Be floatin' overhead like a space odyssey monolith |
Over seeing the game, over being part of the same ol' thing |
It’s all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain |
And acidic rain and promises that you won’t do it again |
Meanwhile I just grip my mic |
And hope me and my team make it through alright |
Because say what you will, and say what you might |
But don’t ignore who it’s for at the end of the night |
Because this is dedicated to the kids |
Dedicated to wherever music lives |
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same |
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game |
What’s real is the kids who know that something’s wrong |
What’s real is the kids who think they don’t belong |
What’s real is the kids who have nowhere to run |
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun |
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside |
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide |
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside |
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide |
Because this is dedicated to the kids |
Dedicated to wherever music lives |
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same |
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game |
What’s real is the kids who know that something’s wrong |
What’s real is the kids who think they don’t belong |
What’s real is the kids who have nowhere 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 tired of the same ol' same |
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game |
What’s real, everybody who doesn’t feel safe |
What’s real, everybody who knows they’re out of place |
What’s real, anybody with nowhere to run |
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun |
This is dedicated to the kids |
Dedicated to wherever music lives |
Dedicated to those tired of the same ol' same |
And dedicated to the people advancin' the game |
What’s real, everybody who doesn’t feel safe |
What’s real, everybody who knows they’re out of place |
What’s real, anybody with nowhere to run |
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun |