Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behavin' like they ought to good
There lived a little boy who was mislead
By another little boy and this is what he said
"Me and you, [Tab?], we gonna make some cash,
Robbin' ol' 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 PT undercover!
The cop grabbed his arm, he started acting erratic,
He said "Keep still boy, no need for static."
Punched him in his belly, and he gave him a slap.
But little did he know the little boy was strapped.
The kid pulls out a gun, he said "Why'd you hit me?!"
The barrels head straight for the cop's kidney.
The cop got scared. The kid, he starts to figger,
"I'll do years if I pull this trigger."
So he cold dashed and ran around the block.
Cop radioes-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 'er,
Looked around good and from expectations
He decided he'd head for the subway station,
But (what?) she was coming' and he made a left,
He was runnin' top speed till he was out of breath,
Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him ("Sorry!"),
Then he made his move to an abandoned buildin',
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Open' up a door, there guess who he saw? (who?)
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 brought back a spankin' shot gun.
He went outside but there was cops all over,
Then he dipped into a car, a stolen Nova.
Raced up the block doin' eighty-three,
Crashed into a tree near University,
Escaped alive though the car was battered,
Rat-a-tat-tattered and all the cops scattered,
Ran out of bullets though he still had static,
Grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic,
Pointed 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 little 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 (what?) seventeen, in a madman's dream,
The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream.
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh,
Just another case about the wrong path;
Straight and narrow or your soul gets cast.