Quicksand

Why, in East LA
There's a little girl dreaming of her family
She says, "The system won't give love for me
Another lost soul's what you'll wind up being"
Later on, in her teenage years
After a million disappointments and some dried up tears, yeah
Ran to the streets to be safe from fear
Of another group home that she'll wind up leaving

No, don't got no chance at life
No, might just end up dying
No, no parents or no rights
So, so hold back from crying

Been falling in quicksand all her life
Hoping for a hand to pull her out
She tried to leave this world behind
But the ground is caving
She don't got nobody like you do (Yeah, yeah)

Then she finally falls in love
What is love really when you're high on drugs?
He taught her how to hold a gun
And to keep her hand steady while he bags the money
Knock the dirty mattress down
Hundred dollar bills and they roll around
Police are kicking down the door
She got tripped up and he takes off running

No, don't got no chance at life
Not sure why she is fighting
No, no parents or no rights
So, so hold back from crying

Been falling in quicksand all her life
Hoping for a hand to pull her out
She tried to leave this world behind
But the ground is caving
She don't got nobody like you do (Yeah, yeah)

Beat down, another night in juvie
On her own again, saying, "I wish they'd shoot me"
Still got no place to go
No white picket fence she can call her home

Been falling in quicksand all her life
Hoping for a hand to pull her out
She tried to leave this world behind
But the ground is caving
She don't got nobody like you do (Yeah, yeah)
She don't got nobody like you do (Yeah, yeah)