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 **** fiend shootin' **** Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap He said 'I need bullets, hurry up, run!' The **** 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
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 **** fiend shootin' **** Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap He said 'I need bullets, hurry up, run!' The **** 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
