Children's Story

Slick Rick | Durée : 04:00

Auteur : Ricky Walters

Compositeur : Ricky Walters

Here we go 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 ought ta good There lived a lil' boy who was misled By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said "Me, Ya, Ty, we gonna make sum cash Robbin' old folks and makin' tha 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 sista and her brotha Tried to rob a man who was a D.T. 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 lil' boy was strapped The kid pulled out a gun, he said "Why did 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 trigga" So he cold dashed and ran around the block Cop radioes it to another lady cop He ran by a tree, there he saw this sista A shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her Looked around good and from 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 outta 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 university Escaped alive though the car was battered Rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered Ran out of bullets and he still had static Grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full o' lead He told the cops "Back off or 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 lil' boy got surrounded He dropped the gun, so went the glory And this is the way I have 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 'n narrow or yo' soul gets cast Good night, knock em out the box Rick, knock em out Rick
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