Sneaky, Sneaky, Sneaky, Tip toe, Tip toe
Slithering up the street, but not too slow
Trying desperately not to be seen
Because if he is he’ll have to be mean
His adrenaline rises he feels need
The need to steal the need to take and feed
Suddenly he gets nervous and so cold
But his family needs food so he is bold
He runs into the store gun in his hand
The store owner looks, he doesn’t understand
The little boy grabs as much as he can
When he ran in he only had one plan
To run and not be seen, to not get caught
Stealing was all he knew, all he was taught
Education was something he couldn’t get
Mom didn’t care she needed her cigarette
But it is ok he still has some hope
His brothers make him laugh, help him cope
So when people see him they see a thief
When his siblings see him they see relief