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[Cam] Father[Minister] Yes my son[Cam] Forgive me for I have sinnedIts been 21 years since my last confession[Minister] 21? That seems like a very long time foryou to miss confession my son[Cam] Yeah, but I'm only 19[Minister] 19?[Cam] Yeah[Minister] Thats interesting[Cam] Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know[Verse 1]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoYo father, where you wanna startHow I love ladiesOr how I'm slug crazyOr how I'm a thug maybeFrom a drug babyI need more than just a slight highI mean father I'm blind out my right eyeDon't mourn and cryCause we were born to dieSo fuck mom and father criesI was one never to bother guysBut when my girl got sadamizedI was dramatizedShoved the dick down her throat andTold her it was a taste test andTake a deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breathI mean they fucked her and stuck herI said man fuck a AIDS testCause I'm gon' go raw anywayI'm one that like to chase deathBut that guy, got to get him hitWild hairs and tattoos and spanishWait, wait, wait, who that description fitDon't give me chrome for Jenny JonesMy man with the crime sheetBut he kept talkin bout my girl was a dime pieceAnd she had a nice figureDrove a nice VigorAnd for mr to bag herThat I had to be a nice niggaWait, wait, don't appall me yoI can't jump to conclusions thats all we knowBut his wife did use to call me yoNow I roll for the hellI'm sorry fatherLet me go head and tellHow I really wanna be old in a cellSee my two year old nephewI swear I was holding him wellTil he cried, and he cried, and he criedI had to scold him and yellYa know one thing led to anotherI said oh what the hellThen I threw him against the wallHis parents I told them he fellThats why I'm going to hellThis shit ain't going that wellToo many things I did that aren't looseSmoke and leaks like giving a car a boostMy grandfather got me madAnd I peed inside hid orange juiceAnd asked him if its tangyWhen I'm angryThen one dayWhen I thought it wasn't a sin leftI ran into my auntWith the fat ass and the thin chestI don't really wanna talk about itOr get in depthBut father I'm gon' leave youWith 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 enipirings have separatedbetween you and your God, and your sins hath speakathboastfully, that he will not heal.[Verse 2]Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yoSee father I lost my scruplesWent straight banoodlesWhen I raped that putuAnd tried to turn the putuInto, veh, Oodles of NoodlesNow I'm chased by the voodoosSee what that dust doesI love that Vanessa heffaBut I jerk off 'til I bust bloodOh yeah I got my balls piercedAnd my psychiatrist I ain't seen him all yearHe........[Cam singing]Hey little baby don't you cryMama gon' make sure you get highPut that vodka in your milkMake sure that your bottle filledOh that was just a little song my mother Sang when she was stressed yoI don't know why she got mad when I cry If the bitch deaf yoWho the F knowBut death rowI'm coming by the inchesAnd them niggaz outside on the benchesDon't think that we in the trenchesCause we got a 600And we ride like the PrincessBut my cousin Blood yo he died like the Princess20 years old and deadBMX days he played the frontI rolled the pegsMy girl wanna know why I'm cold in bedTellin' me to hold my headAskin' why I scold my kidsCause I don't want them litlle muthafuckasTo touch the drugs I sold and didBut fuck it I'll take my own lifeAnd cut a vein BlackWhy don't you do like the cartoonsAnd tie me up to the train tracksOr fuck the gloryWhy don't you drop me from the 6th storyThat'll be a sick storyWait, wait, wait, speaking of sick storiesOh father don't start me tweakinI don't wanna talk about that Sunday eveningThat cold November weekendWhen I had to grab that DeaconAnd put him into my dungeons of heathensAnd then in tongues I was speakin[Cam speaking in tongues]Then I woke up to loud preachingOh thats just the PastorFlippin through the BibleReading the scriptures on the raptureI guess it was my soul he was trying to captureHe missed me by a hairbone fractureBut he wanted to lay me down in a green pastureBut yet aiyaStill feel like I'm in a bed of fireLike JebaniahY'knaw I'm sayin causeIt's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pitFather I feel like I'm dying quickThats 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 that you're stressed my son, butdon't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads....more