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Once a time not long ago people wore pajamas and lived life slow Lived a little boy he was By another little boy and this is what he "Me and you are gonna make some cash Robbin' old and makin' the dash." did the job, money came with ease But one stop, it's like he had a disease He robbed another and a sister and a brother Tried to rob a man who was a duty The cop grabbed his arm, he acting erratic He "Look kid, no need for static" Punched him in his belly and he gave him a But little did he know the boy was strapped The kid out the gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?" The gun was hang right for the cop's The cop got scared, the kid, he to figure "I'll do years if I this trigger" So he dashed and ran around the block it to another lady cop He ran by a tree, he saw the sister A for the head, he shot back but he missed her And due to He he'd head for the roadway stations She was coming and he made a He was runnin' top till he was out of breath He knocked an old man down and swore he him Then he made his move to an building He ran up the up to the top floor And who he saw? Dave the dope fiend dope Who know the meaning of water nor soap He said "Hurry, up and run!" The dope brought back a spanking shotgun He went but there was cops all over He dipped into a car, a stolen He raced up the doing 83 Crashed into a tree a university Escaped though the car was battered Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops Ran out of but still he had static Grabbed a pregnant lady, got out the at her head and he said "Cops back off or the honey dead" Deep in his heart he knew he was He let the lady go and he to run on Sirens sounded, he astounded long the little boy was surrounded He dropped the gun, so the glory And is the way I have to end my story He was seventeen, in a madman's dream The cops the kid, I still hear him scream This ain't funny so ya dare laugh Just another storye 'bout the wrong Straight and narrow while soul gets cash