Quicksand - Theory Of A Deadman

Why, in East LA

There’s a little girl dreamin' of a family

She says, «The system won’t give love for me»

Another lost soul’s what she’ll wind up bein'

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 leavin'

No, don’t got no chance at life

No, might just end up dyin'

No, no, parents or no rights

So, so, hold back from cryin'

Been fallin' in quicksand all her life

Hopin' for a hand to pull her out

She tryna leave this world behind

But the ground is cavin'

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 kickin' down the door

She got tripped up and he takes off runnin'

No, don’t got no chance at life

Not sure why she is fightin'

No, no, parents or no rights

So, so, hold back from cryin'

Been fallin' in quicksand all her life

Hopin' for a hand to pull her out

She tryna leave this world behind

But the ground is cavin'

She don’t got nobody like you do

(Yeah, yeah)

Beat down another night in juvie

On her own again, sayin', «I wish they’d shoot me»

Still got no place to go

No white picket fence she can call her home

Been fallin' in quicksand all her life

Hopin' for a hand to pull her out

She tryna leave this world behind

But the ground is cavin'

She don’t got nobody like you do

(Yeah, yeah)

She don’t got nobody like you do

(Yeah, yeah)