Once upon a time not long ago, when people wore pajamas and lived life slow, there was a little boy who was misled by another little boy. This is what he said, "me and you tonight, we gonna make some cash, robbin' old folks and making 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, robbed a sister and a brother, 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 the belly and then he gave him a slap, but little did he know the lil' boy was strapped. He pulled out his gun and said, "why'd ya hit me?" Barrel pointed straight at 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. The cop radios in to another lady cop. He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister, shot for the head, shot back but he missed her. Looked around good and from expectations, he decided he'd head for the subway stations. She was coming so he made a left, running top speed until he was out of breath. Knocked an old man down and SWORE he killed him, "Sorry!" Then he made his way to an abandoned building. Run up the stairs up to the top floor, opened up the 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 spanking shot gun. He went outside but there were cops all over, so he dipped into a car, it was a stolen Nova. Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near a University. Escaped alive, though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered. Ran out of bullets, but he still had static, so he grabbed a pregnant lady and pulled out the automatic. Pointed at her head, said the gun was full of lead, told the cops "back off, or honey here's dead!" But 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, before long the little boy got surrounded. He dropped the gun, so went the glory, and this is the way I have to end this story. He was only seventeen in a madman's dream. The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream. And this ain't funny, so don't ya dare laugh, just another case about the wrong path. Straight and narrow are your soldiers cast. Goodnight. |
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