Children`s Story Lyrics

Children`s Story lyrics

Uncle Ricky, will you read us a bedtime story?
Please, huh,
please?
Allright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook.
Ya'll
Tucked in?
Yeah
Here we go...
Once upon a time,
Not long
ago,
Where people wore pajamas and lived life slow,
Where laws where
stern and justice stood,
And people were behavin' like they ought to -
good,
There lived a little boy who was misslead
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 grabed his
arm,
He started actin' eratic,
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 barrell 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 ladie 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 excpectations,
He decided he'd head
for the subway stations,
But,
(what)
She was comming 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,
(sorry)
Then he made his move to
an abandonded building,
Ran up the stairs up to the top floor,
Opened 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 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 ladie,
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 lets the ladie 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,
Goodnite.