Confessions

Father

Yes my son

Forgive me for I have sinned

Its been 21 years since my last confession

21? That seems like a very long time for

you to miss confession my son

Yeah, but I'm only 19

19?

Yeah

Thats interesting

Yeah, its like I just have these dreeeamz, and you know

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 need 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 and father cries

I was one never to bother guys

But when my girl got sadamized

I was dramatized

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 mr 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

Ya 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

Smoke and leaks like giving a car a boost

My grandfather got me mad

And I peed inside hid 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

You know what I'm sayin'?

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 separated

between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath

boastfully, that he will not heal.

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo

See father I lost my scruples

Went straight banoodles

When I raped that putu

And tried to turn the putu

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........

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 niggaz outside on the benches

Don't think that we in the trenches

Cause we got a 600

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 rolled 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 litlle 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

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

So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?

My son, my son

Please

I understand that you're stressed my son, but

don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads...