"D.F.T.S.D.S.O" (Don't forget the struggle. Don't sell out.)
"D.F.T.S.D.S.O" (Don't forget the streets. Don't sell out.)
In all this darkness, you were the streetlight
The words you spoke are buried in our minds
A broken kid yet you put faith in our eyes
Respect to the will that we'll keep alive
Kids of the night, we had to survive
We did what we did to stay alive
An indescribable struggle that you somehow defined
Roots so deep, they can't be denied
You made us feel like we were from New York City
LA kids screaming like you're still here with us
Decades apart and your words still ring
From the lower Eastside to the LA streets