Children's Story

Album: The Great Adventures Of Slick Rick (1988)
  • 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 Writer/s: Ricky M. L. Walters
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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