Once upon a time not long ago, where poeple wore pajamas and lived life slow. Where law was stern and justice stood, and people were behaving like they're all too good. Lived a little boy who was mislead, by another little and this is what he said: "You and me boy we gone make us some cash, robbin old folks and makin a dash." He went and stole, money came with ease. But he just couldn't stop it was like he had a disease. He robbed another, and another, and a sister, and a brother. One of the robees was a D.T. undercover. He grabbed and said: "hold still son, no need for static" Punched him in his belly and gave him a slap, but little did he know the little boy was strapped, Kid pulled out a gun and said: "Why'd you hit me? The barrel aimed straight for the cops kidney. The cop got scared, the kid starts to figure,:"how many years if I pull this trigger" So he cold dashed and ran around the block, the cop radios it to another lady cop. There by a tree, he saw his sister. shot for the head, he shot back but he missed her. Knocked an old man and swore he killed him. Then he made his way up to an abandoned building, Ran up the stairs up to the top floor, open the door there guess who he saw? Dave the dope fiend shootin dope, who dont know the meanin of water nor soap. He said: "I need bullets, hurry up, RUN!" The dope fiend brought back a spanking shotgun. He ran outside, but there were cops all over. Then he dipped into a car, a stolen nova. Raced up the block doin 83, crashed into a tree near a university. Escaped alive, though the car was battered, rat-a-tat-tatter and all the cops scattered. ran out of bullets and still had static, then he grabbed a pregnant lady and out the automatic. Pointed at her head he said the gun was full of lead. He said: Back off cops or honey here is dead!" Deep in his heart he knew he was wrong, so he let the lady go and starts to run on. Siren sounded, but he seemed astounded. before long the little boy got surrounded. He dropped the gun, so went the glory, and this is the way i have to end this story. He was only seventeen in a madmans dream. The cops shot the kid, I still hear him scream. You get 25 music props if you can guess where that is from