| Why, in East LA
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| There’s a little girl dreamin' of a family
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| She says, «The system won’t give love for me»
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| Another lost soul’s what she’ll wind up bein'
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| Later on in her teenage years
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| After a million disappointments and some dried up tears, yeah
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| Ran to the streets to be safe from fear
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| Of another group home that she’ll wind up leavin'
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| No, don’t got no chance at life
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| No, might just end up dyin'
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| No, no, parents or no rights
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| So, so, hold back from cryin'
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| Been fallin' in quicksand all her life
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| Hopin' for a hand to pull her out
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| She tryna leave this world behind
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| But the ground is cavin'
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| She don’t got nobody like you do
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Then she finally falls in love
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| What is love really when you’re high on drugs?
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| He taught her how to hold a gun
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| And to keep her hand steady while he bags the money
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| Knock the dirty mattress down
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| Hundred-dollar bills and they roll around
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| Police are kickin' down the door
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| She got tripped up and he takes off runnin'
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| No, don’t got no chance at life
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| Not sure why she is fightin'
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| No, no, parents or no rights
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| So, so, hold back from cryin'
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| Been fallin' in quicksand all her life
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| Hopin' for a hand to pull her out
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| She tryna leave this world behind
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| But the ground is cavin'
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| She don’t got nobody like you do
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Beat down another night in juvie
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| On her own again, sayin', «I wish they’d shoot me»
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| Still got no place to go
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| No white picket fence she can call her home
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| Been fallin' in quicksand all her life
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| Hopin' for a hand to pull her out
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| She tryna leave this world behind
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| But the ground is cavin'
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| She don’t got nobody like you do
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| She don’t got nobody like you do
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| (Yeah, yeah) |