[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 for   you 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, 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 Jenny 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      [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 separated   between you and your God, and your sins hath speakath   boastfully, that he will not heal.      [Verse 2]      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........      [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 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      [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 that you're stressed my son, but   don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads....