Children's Story - Black Star

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

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 this sister, 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 so 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,

was 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 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 must 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