Uncle Ricky, could you read us a bedtime story? Please, huh, please? Alright, you kids get to bed, I’ll get the storybook Y’all tucked in? Yeah, here we go
Once upon a time, not long ago Where people wore pajamas and lived life slow Where laws were stern and justice stood And people were behavin’ like they ought to good
There lived a little boy who was misled By another little boy and this is what he said Me and you Tike, we’re gonna make some cash Robbin’ old folks and makin’ the dash
They did the job, money came with ease But one couldn’t stop, it’s like he had a disease He robbed another and another and a sister and a brother Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. undercover
The cop grabbed his arm, he started actin’ erratic He said, “Keep still boy, no need for static” Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap But little did he know, the little boy was strapped
The kid pulled outta gun, he said, “Why’d you hit me?” The barrel was set straight for the cop’s kidney The cop got scared, the kid, he starts to figure I’ll do years if I pull this trigger
So he cold dashed and ran around the block Cop radios in to another lady cop He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked ’round good and from expectations He decided he’d head for the subway stations But she was coming and he made a left He was running top speed till he was out of breath
Knocked and old man down and swore he killed him Then he made his move to an abandoned building Ran up the stairs up to the top floor Opened up a door, there guess who he saw
Dave, the dope fiend shootin’ dope Who don’t know the meaning of water nor soap? He said, “I need bullets, hurry up, run” The dope fiend rolled back a spankin’ shot gun
He went outside but there were cops all over Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova Raced up the block doin’ 83 Crashed into a tree, near university
Escaped alive, though the car was battered Rat-a-tat-tatered and all the cops scattered Ran out of bullets and he still had static Grabbed the pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic
Point it at her head, he said the gun was full of lead He told the cops, “Back off or honey here’s dead” Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong So he let the lady go and he starts to run on
Sirens sounded, he seemed astounded And before long the boy got surrounded He dropped his gun so went the glory And this is the way I have to end this story
He was only one teen in a madman’s dream The cops shot the kid, I still here him scream This ain’t funny, so don’t ya dare laugh Just another case about the wrong path Straight and narrow or your soul gets cast Goodnight 😉