Horseshoe Gang - Quick Sand lyrics

[Hook: Julius] Quick sand, Quick sand, I'm sinking, I'm sinking Quick sand, Quick sand, I'm sinking, I'm sinking Quick sand, Quick sand, I'm sinking, I'm sinking I just need someone to reach in and pull me out (pull me out) [Verse 1: Luciano] Let me tell you about a n***a who grew up bad But he didn't give a sh**, every incident, barely significant Feeling Indifferent, typical temperament, listen now He will be fighting his problems and he will have many afflictions of bickering Was stricken with a liquor addiction and he wasn't familiar with temperance He wasn't into religiousness, but took a particular interest In Deuteronomy, Numbers, Exodus, Genesis and every bit of Leviticus He wasn't wicked in any sense, good kid bad predicament Wasn't trynna be hard but if you were to f** with him then he wasn't impotent Question does this Guy exist? You think it's a lie or fib I'm positive this Guy exists cause he is I and I is him I've been through more than you know This sh** I've been through tortured my soul I had no food in these streets so why did I run across forks in the road? I need to be sleepin' My legs giving out knees weakened I got strong days but I got more weak days that's why I wait for the weekend I'm falling, I'm sinking this bottle's up and I'm drinking This liquor I call it Deep End, I'm gone off the deep end [Hook] [Verse 2: Demetrius] Let me tell you about a n***a who grew up with parents Two loving parents apparently he never grew up embarra**ed A two-income marriage, that's the American dream Sharing his parents inheritance with his pair of sisters And every Christmas when they were just kids Every gift on his wishlist was there at the tree I hope that you don't think this character's me this character's you Evidently I was there in the streets preparing to thieve I was like hair under weave I grew up on the other side of the tracks Where the f** you thought I was at? I was brought up in bad neighborhoods n***as banging hoods I'm a product of that [Verse 3: Kenny] Let me tell you about a n***a who grew up poor so he didn't give a sh** Even a little bit, he was a little kid, living ridiculous, feelin imprisonment Born in the ghetto poor little fellow who's food supply was limited Been trippin' he's belligerent cause of the trenches he's been living in He wasn't wicked in any sense, a kid stripped of his innocence Broke n***a didn't make any cents, Feel me it didn't make any sense Question does this Guy exist? You think it's a lie or fib I'm positive this Guy exists cause he is I and I is him [Hook]