Children's Story

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?

Here we go
Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore pajamas and lived life slow
Laws were stern and justice stood
And people were behaving like they're all too good

There lived a little boy who was mislead
By another little boy and this is what he said
Me and you Ty, we gonna make some cash
Robbing old folks and making a dash

They did the job, money came of ease
But one couldn't stop it's like he had a disease
He robbed another and another and a sister and a brother
He tried to rob a man who was a DT 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 pulled out a gun, he said: Why'd you hit me?
The barrel's headed straight for the cops 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 to head for the subway station
But she was coming and he made a left
He was running top speed till he was out of breath

Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (sorry)
Then he made a move to an abandoned building
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor
Opened up a door and then guess who he saw?

Dave the dope fiend shooting dope
Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap
He said: I need bullets, hurry up, run!
The dope fiend pulled out a spanking machine gun

They went outside
There were cops all over
So they dipped into a car
A stolen Nova

Raced up the block doing 83
Crashed into a tree near the university
Escaped alive although the car was battered
Rat-a-tat tatted and all the cops scattered

Ran out of bullets
And he still had static
Grabbed the 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
And he seemed astounded
And, before long
The little boy got surrounded

He dropped the gun
And 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 cop 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 n' narrow
Or your soul gets cast
Goodnight

(Knock him out the box, Rick
Knock him out, Rick)
Oh boy, that Uncle Ricky is really weird
I know right what does he mean by
Straight ‘n narrow or your soul gets cast
I don’t know, I think he be crackin' it up or something
Well, good night
Good night