Everyday I'm walking home the cops are shutting down the streets
Mom is crying, son is dying, paramedics on their knees
Try to save her dying son, the chances looking very bleak
Just another day in East LA, on Floral Drive & Gage
That's how it is, that's part of life
In parts of town nobody likes
There's tragedy on every night
Unfolded right before your eyes
It's nothing new, it's nothing much
To see so many dying young
To other's seems like fantasy
To us it's our reality
As she grew, her mother worried, locked her daughter in the house
Tried to keep her only living child safe from someone else
Paranoid & hearing voices, yelling, squirming in her sleep
Mother's lost another to abuse she could no longer see
That's how it is, that's part of life
In parts of town nobody likes
There's tragedy on every night
Unfolded right before your eyes
It's nothing new, it's nothing much
To see so many dying young
To other's seems like fantasy
To us it's our reality