Uncle Ricky, could you read us a bedtime story? Please, huh, please? Alright, you kids get to bed, I'll get the storybook Y'all tucked in? Here we go Once upon a time not long ago When people wore pajamas and lived life slow Laws were stern and justice stood And people were behaving like they're all too good There lived a little boy who was mislead By another little boy and this is what he said Me and you Ty, we gonna make some cash Robbing old folks and making a dash They did the job, money came of ease But one couldn't stop it's like he had a disease He robbed another and another and a sister and a brother He tried to rob a man who was a DT 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 a gun, he said: Why'd you hit me? The barrel's headed straight for the cops 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 in to another lady cop He ran by a tree, there he saw the sister Shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her Looked 'round good and from expectations He decided to head for the subway station But she was coming and he made a left He was running top speed till he was out of breath Knocked an old man down and swore he killed him (sorry) Then he made a move to an abandoned building Ran up the stairs up to the top floor Opened up a door and then guess who he saw? Dave the dope fiend shooting dope Who don't know the meaning of water nor soap He said: I need bullets, hurry up, run! The dope fiend pulled out a spanking machine gun They went outside There were cops all over So they dipped into a car A stolen Nova Raced up the block doing 83 Crashed into a tree near the university Escaped alive although the car was battered Rat-a-tat tatted and all the cops scattered Ran out of bullets And he still had static Grabbed the pregnant lady And pulled out the automatic Pointed at her head 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 run on Sirens sounded And he seemed astounded And, before long The little boy got surrounded He dropped the gun And so went the glory And this is the way I have to end this story He was only (what?) seventeen In a madman's dream The cop shot the kid I still hear him scream This ain't funny So don't you dare laugh Just another case About the wrong path Straight n' narrow Or your soul gets cast Goodnight (Knock him out the box, Rick Knock him out, Rick) Oh boy, that Uncle Ricky is really weird I know right what does he mean by Straight ‘n narrow or your soul gets cast I don’t know, I think he be crackin' it up or something Well, good night Good night