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n a Friday In Florida at the Daytona International Speedway He was a fugitive on the run, Christopher made a quick escape while being transported in a van that was picking up convicts state to state. He did it during a bathroom break, he hot-wired somebody's pickup In fact, Christopher had a long history of theft involving trucks, He was on route to Alabama for stealing someone's travel trailer Grand Theft Auto He was a career criminal, jailbird who also had three outstanding warrants in his home state of Tennessee It was an outstanding performance that set him free Little Houdini Stole a big rig, then a tour bus that belonged to Crystal Gayle to evade a five state manhunt that wanted to put that birdy back in jail but they failed .. 'cause Christopher wasn't just running from cops Christopher Gay was now racing a clock his mother was dying and there was no time to be held inside of a cage with locks so yall can turn up your nose and suck on your teeth and wag your finger like tsk-tsk but he had to take the risk Little Houdini There wasn't a single thing sinister in his decision to break from the prison His only motive was to go back to his childhood home while his mom was still living it wasn't a house more like an old mobile camper where she was bedridden diagnosed with colon cancer Sometimes, The only answer we're left with when the loved one's name is on the death list Is to head for the exits and go home Christopher got the hell out of Texas His abandonment was reckless It prolonged his sentence Y'all can forget it He had numerous convictions and none were as strong as this Unless you consider the other instance He went the distance Similar situation, it was a bizarre coincidence When he escaped from the prison the first time, Not this time, but the one before He visited his dad Cause he was dying inside of a mental ward Suffering from Alzheimer's He paid respects Made his peace When he was done He didn't run He returned himself back to the police That's when his mom made her plea She said: "He knows what he done was wrong, but he knows his father don't got long He's not a fugitive on the run He's not dangerous, he's our son he ain't never hurt no one He knows what he's done was wrong, but he knows his father don't got long He's not a fugitive on the run He's our son" This ain't no country western song. Christopher wasn't just running from cops Christopher Gay was now racing a clock his mother was dying and there was no time to be held inside of a cage with locks So Y'all can go on tossing rocks And talk your talk like tsk tsk Meanwhile Chris is stealing a tractor trailer from Wal-Mart An 18 wheeler, he's peeling rubber the bird takes flight down turnpikes Three hundred thousand dollars worth of merchandise, but it ain't worth her life Ran it off the road, and abandoned it 50 yards from his moms to avoid the cops Thats half a football field from her feeble arms After all this stuff The tour bus, the pick up trucks The tractor trailer, interstate chases He put on the brakes and couldn't get close enough The news reporters told people to lock their doors Like there was a monster on the loose but there was no truth to those reports. His mom had weeks to live And Chris had years to serve They were within shouting distance But I don't think he heard her final words. I don't think he heard her final words. She made her plea to the TV "He knows what he's done was wrong, but he knows his mama don't got long He's not a fugitive on the run He's not dangerous, he's our son he ain't never hurt no one He knows what he's done was wrong, but he knows his mama don't got long He's not a fugitive on the run He's not dangerous, he's our son" This ain't no country western song. The third time he escaped from a state cop at the Georgia pit-stop He just slipped out of the handcuffs, he jumped ship then he took off With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just an open road where he could be free Little Houdini With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just a wide open sky where he could fly With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just an open road where he could be free Little Houdini With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just a wide open sky where he could fly With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just an open road where he could be free Little Houdini With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just a wide open sky where he could fly With no father to visit, no mom to go home to Just an open road where he could be free WWW.THEBLACKPACKET.COM