(KIDS VOICES)
Uncle Whitey, Uncle Whitey, can you tell us a bedtime story?
Yeah, we want some bedtimes stories...(Please!)
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 our too good
There was a little boy who was misled by another lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make sum 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 and a sister and her brother
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'd you hit me?", the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, was a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was shattered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets but still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full of 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 move 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 got to end this story, he was only nineteen, in a madman's dream
I saw the cops shoot the kid, I still hear him scream, this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Just another case 'bout the wrong path, straight and narrow or your soul gets cashed
G'night
Uncle Whitey, Uncle Whitey, can you tell us a bedtime story?
Yeah, we want some bedtimes stories...(Please!)
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 our too good
There was a little boy who was misled by another lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and you, Guy, we gonna make sum 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 and a sister and her brother
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'd you hit me?", the barrel was set straight for the cop's kidney
He went outside but there was cops all over, then he dipped into a car, was a stolen Nova
Raced up the block doing 83, crashed into a tree near university,
Escaped alive though the car was shattered, rat-a-tat-tatted and all the cops scattered
Ran out of bullets but still had static, grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic
Pointed at her head and he said the gun was full of 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 move 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 got to end this story, he was only nineteen, in a madman's dream
I saw the cops shoot the kid, I still hear him scream, this ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
Just another case 'bout the wrong path, straight and narrow or your soul gets cashed
G'night
