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Martina:
Once upon
a time not long ago
When people
wore pajamas and lived life slow
When laws
were stern and justice stood
And people
were behavin' like they're oughta good
There lived
a little boy who was misled
By another
little boy and this is what he said:
"Me and you
tonight are 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 a sister and a brother
Tried to rob
a man who was a duty 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 the gun, he said "Why'd ya hit me?"
The barrel
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
it to another lady cop
He ran by
a tree, there he saw the sister
A shot for
the head, he shot back but he missed her
Looked around
due to expectations
So he decided
he'd head for the subway stations
But she was
coming and he made a left
He was runnin'
top speed till he was out of breath
Knocked an
old man down and swore he killed him
Then he made
his move to an abandoned building
Ran 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
brought back a spanking shotgun
He went outside
but there was cops all over
Then he dipped
into a car, 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 and still he had static
Grabbed a
pregnant lady, got out the automatic
Pointed at
her head and he said the gun was full o'lead
He told the
cops "Back off or the 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,
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
This ain't
funny so don't ya dare laugh
Just another
case 'bout the wrong path
Straight and
narrow while your soul gets cash
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