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 Du 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 Du will, and say what Du might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
[CHORUS]
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever Musik 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 Du feel
If everybody acted like Du 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 Du 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 Weltraum 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 Du won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what Du will, and say what Du might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever Musik 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 tells us that there are people out there who feel like they're not important enough to exist, like people don't appreciate them for some reason. Then there are kids living without Essen oder clean water. They're DYING. I thought an Artikel would be a Mehr organized way to bring awareness. Please pass this message on to whomever Du can:
There are people out there who believe people don't know they exist. Let their voices be heard
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 Du 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 Du will, and say what Du might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
[CHORUS]
Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever Musik 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 Du feel
If everybody acted like Du 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 Du 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 Weltraum 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 Du won't do it again
Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what Du will, and say what Du might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever Musik 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 tells us that there are people out there who feel like they're not important enough to exist, like people don't appreciate them for some reason. Then there are kids living without Essen oder clean water. They're DYING. I thought an Artikel would be a Mehr organized way to bring awareness. Please pass this message on to whomever Du can:
There are people out there who believe people don't know they exist. Let their voices be heard
This prank doesn't need anything but a friend who understands dirty jokes and yourself.
You: Okay, say the word 'addicted' every time I pause, alright?
Friend: Okay.
You: Money...
Friend: Addicted.
You: TV...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Candy...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Hitting people in the face with an iron...
Friend: ...addicted...
By this point Du need to come up with several different others to get them to barely even notice what they're "addicted" to.
You: Soda?
Friend: Addicted...
You: What hit Du in the face last night?
Friend: Addicted...
The look that will come over their face will be absolutely priceless.
Try it out!
-Ray
You: Okay, say the word 'addicted' every time I pause, alright?
Friend: Okay.
You: Money...
Friend: Addicted.
You: TV...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Candy...
Friend: Addicted.
You: Hitting people in the face with an iron...
Friend: ...addicted...
By this point Du need to come up with several different others to get them to barely even notice what they're "addicted" to.
You: Soda?
Friend: Addicted...
You: What hit Du in the face last night?
Friend: Addicted...
The look that will come over their face will be absolutely priceless.
Try it out!
-Ray
I run my fastest
But still get beat.
I land on my head
When I should be on my feet.
I try to Bewegen forward‚
But I am stuck in rewind.
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind.
The harder I am thrown‚
The higher I bounce.
I give it my all‚
And that's all that counts.
In first place‚
Myself‚ I seldom find.
So I push to the limit-
I won't be left behind.
Some people tell me Du can't‚
Some say don't.
Some simply give up.
I reply‚ I won't
The power is here‚
Locked away in my mind.
My perserverance is my excellence‚
I won't be left behind.
Make the best of each moment‚
The future is soon the past.
The Mehr I tell myself this‚
The less I come in last.
Throughout my competitions‚
I've learned what winning is about.
A plain and clear lesson-
Giving up is the wasy way out.
So every night before I go to bed‚
I hope in a small way I have shined.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day‚
And I won't be left behind.
This is not mine‚ it was written Von Sara Nachtman
But still get beat.
I land on my head
When I should be on my feet.
I try to Bewegen forward‚
But I am stuck in rewind.
Why do I keep at it?
I won't be left behind.
The harder I am thrown‚
The higher I bounce.
I give it my all‚
And that's all that counts.
In first place‚
Myself‚ I seldom find.
So I push to the limit-
I won't be left behind.
Some people tell me Du can't‚
Some say don't.
Some simply give up.
I reply‚ I won't
The power is here‚
Locked away in my mind.
My perserverance is my excellence‚
I won't be left behind.
Make the best of each moment‚
The future is soon the past.
The Mehr I tell myself this‚
The less I come in last.
Throughout my competitions‚
I've learned what winning is about.
A plain and clear lesson-
Giving up is the wasy way out.
So every night before I go to bed‚
I hope in a small way I have shined.
Tomorrow is a brand-new day‚
And I won't be left behind.
This is not mine‚ it was written Von Sara Nachtman