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