Well, I'm doing this from that place where the young bodies    stck to bluest of blue skies. A child grown quick kicking it    with an ice-pick, age of 8 babyface straight-up scared to die.    Seen 1 little, 2 little, 3 little homocides. Kids don't rank    so they shank in front of baby eyes. Bullet-scarred! Prison-    barred! The one times got my face to the ground - they want me    down. Downset at the bottom. On the come up to say some! Down    Downset at the bottom! Coming up from the slum! Down! Down!    Down! Down! Bonze complexion! Converse and khakis enoughfor    the fuss of a C.R.A.S.H. to straight jack me. Brotha, brotha,    brotha, how you make 'em get down? Systematic static can't    stifle the set's sound. Jack for the mic and I'll still get it    going on, making my statement with a fatcap and Krylon. Pee-    ping my voice from the L.A. underground, the plan from the man    is to demand they keep me down! Downset at the bottom! Got ya!    Got ya! Yeah you know I straight ya! Reveal to heal in our    sectarian obstacles. Wipe the dirt off the eyes of the hate    child, damn with the programm imposed since the juvenile. Shit    is so thick, you don't want to deal with it. Set's got heart    to consist like an activist. Ain't going to live in comfort    while shit gets worde. I got the voice of the voiceless and    life comes first. So what are you going to do? What are you    going to do? What you gonna do when the shit comes down on    you? The set's gonna be down, yeah you know, like we've always    been, the ghetto survivors got no soldier extinction. The man    ain't down with multiethic ethics; division is wicked and    Downset ain't with it. My word is my fire for life and love is    the sound. You got to kill me to silence me, fool. You can't    keep me down. Downset at the bottom! Freedom in a cage!