Every set comes to me and says, keep it down, brotherI got a bruise in my throat and a storm in the otherI bite my tongue and grin like I got no choiceBut the floor keeps shaking when I raise my voiceKeep it down, brotherKeep it down, brotherKeep it downI try, I try, but the hurt comes outMama left a blue cup on the sink by the doorI sing to that empty room like I've done it beforeI bite my tongue and grinLike I got no choiceBut the floor keeps shakingWhen I raise my voiceKeep it down, brotherKeep it down, brother