I trusted you. That secret was ours. We promised, No snitchin’. So, why’d you talk?
We could have used that money to buy bikes and clothes and stuff. We could have run away to Disney World and ate ourselves sick on burgers and chicken tenders, on fries and ice cream and even steak.
The police, they didn’t know nothing. Not ’til you started blabbing. You got no guts. You blew it, punk. Now I see my old man. He’s leading the way. He’s been wanting me to talk. Saying I should trust him. But I knew all he’d do was turn me in. I ain’t stupid.
The sheps is straining on their leashes. If they get near this tree, I’ll land on them like King Kong, like Godzilla. All our plans are ruined ’cause you couldn’t keep your mouth shut.