Confessions

(Cam) Father
(Minister) Yes my son
(Cam) Forgive me for I have sinned
Its been 21 years since my last confession
(Minister) 21? That seems like a very long time to go without a confession my son
(Cam) Yeah, but I'm only 19
(Minister) 19?
(Cam) Yeah
(Minister) That's interesting
(Cam) Yeah, it's like I just have these dreams, and you know

Verse 1

(Cam)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
Yo father, where you wanna start
How I love ladies or how I'm slug crazy
Or how I'm a thug maybe from a drug baby
I mean more than just a slight high
I mean father I'm blind out my right eye
Don't mourn and cry 'cause we were born to die
So fuck mom if father cries
I was one never to bother guys
But when my girl got sodamized
I was traumatized
Shoved the dick down her throat and
Told her it was a taste test and
Take a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath
I mean they fucked her and stuck her
I said man fuck a AIDS test
Cause I'm gon' go raw anyway
I'm one that like to chase death
But that guy, got to get him hit
Wild hairs and tattoos and spanish
Wait, wait, wait, who that description fit?
Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones
My man with the crime sheet
But he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime piece
And she had a nice figure, drove a nice Vigor
And for me to bag her, that I had to be a nice nigga
Wait, wait, don't appall me yo
I can't jump to conclusions thats all we know
But his wife did use to call me yo
Now I roll for the hell
I'm sorry father, let me go head and tell
How I really wanna be old in a cell
See my two year old nephew
I swear I was holding him well
Til he cried, and he cried, and he cried
I had to scold him and yell
You know one thing led to another
I said oh what the hell
Then I threw him against the wall
His parents I told them he fell
Thats why I'm going to hell
This shit ain't going that well
Too many things I did that aren't loose
Smoking leaks like giving a car a boost
My grandfather got me mad
And I peed inside his orange juice
And asked him if its tangy, when I'm angry
Then one day
When I thought it wasn't a sin left
I ran into my aunt
With the fat ass and the thin chest
I don't really wanna talk about it, or get in depth
But father I'm gon' leave you with this last word called incest

(Cam) You know what I'm sayin'?
(Minister) My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord
Isaiah chapter 59, verse 1, behold, the Lords hands is not shortened
That it cannot hear, but your iniquities have separated
Between you and your God, and your sins has hid his face from you, that he will not heal

Verse 2

(Cam)
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
See father I lost my scruples
Went straight banoodles
When I raped that poodle
And tried to turn the poodle
Into, veh, Oodles of Noodles
Now I'm chased by the voodoos
See what that dust does?
I love that Vanessa heffa
But I jerk off 'til I bust blood
Oh yeah I got my balls pierced
And my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all year
He........

(Cam singing)
Hey little baby don't you cry
Mama gon' make sure you get high
Put that vodka in your milk
Make sure that your bottle filled

Oh that was just a little song my mother sang when she was stressed yo
I don't know why she got mad when I cry, If the bitch deaf yo
Who the F know, but death row i'm coming by the inches
And them niggas outside on the benches
Don't think that we in the trenches
Cause we got a six hunnid
And we ride like the Princess
But my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess
20 years old and dead
BMX days he played the front
I rode the pegs
My girl wanna know why I'm cold in bed
Tellin' me to hold my head
Askin' why I scold my kids
Cause I don't want them little muthafuckas
To touch the drugs I sold and did
But fuck it I'll take my own life
And cut a vein Black
Why don't you do like the cartoons
And tie me up to the train tracks
Or fuck the glory
Why don't you drop me from the 6th story
That'll be a sick story
Wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories
Oh father don't start me tweakin
I don't wanna talk about that Sunday evening
That cold November weekend
When I had to grab that Deacon
And put him into my dungeons of heathens
And then in tongues I was speakin

(Cam speaking in tongues)

Then I woke up to loud preaching
Oh thats just the Pastor
Flippin through the Bible, reading the scriptures on the rapture
I guess it was my soul he was trying to capture
He missed me by a hairbone fracture
But he wanted to lay me down in a green pasture
But yet aiya
Still feel like I'm in a bed of fire
Like Jebaniah
Y'knaw I'm sayin cause
It's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick
Thats why I ain't shit

(Cam) So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?
(Minister) My son, my son
(Cam) Please
(Minister) I understand you're distressed my son, but
Don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads
Isaiah Chapter 60th verse 20th:
Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw--
(Cam) I understand father. I understand, but it's not that simple
You got to understand me, father. listen
See, you thought I was banoodles when I raped that poodle
You ain't know I was coocoo and ate his doodoo?!
And put two scoops in my fruitloops
And convinced myself it was Cocoa Pebbles
My niggas hate theyselves
They bend over backwards, they ate theyselves
I don't know why they play theyselves just to rape theyselves
But understand me father, listen
My aunt's seed, I don't know if it's my cousin or my daughter
But that ain't what concerned me
It's the fact that she burned me
No warning, no nothing
She must be some psycho something
But these hoes I might go fucking
Take my weight quicker than liposuction
But I already laid the ho down
I already smoked the dro now
I already fucked the shit out of her
Ain't nothin left but to go down
Yeah, Father, I was licking it, eating in the south
But she was nine months pregnant
The baby kicked me in my mouth
The water broke, I start to choke
I ran so fast I had to park to smoke
I was so shocked my Adam's apple looked like an artichoke
That's why I roll my weed in backwards backwards
And my life bent backwards since I love money in the backwards
And I'm dyslexic so I'm backwards
But last week I was at church in Maryland
With Marylin, as in Manson
He took me to his mansion
To watch old vintage Charlie Manson dancing
I think he just want to get me staggered
We watched old sermons of Jimmy Swaggart
Marylin started getting closer
Yo yo yo yo!! watch it faggot!
Mommy? I want my mommy...
I want mommy!