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Father
Yes my son
Forgive me for I have sinned
It's been twenty one years since my last confession
Twenty one? That seems like a very long time to go without a confession my son
Yeah, but I'm only nineteen
Nineteen?
Yeah
That's interesting
Yeah, it's like I just have these dreams, 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 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 that's 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

You know what I'm sayin'?
My son, my son, remember the words of the Lord
Isaiah chapter fifty nine, verse one, 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

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, 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
Twenty 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 sixth 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 evenin'
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 that's 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'know I'm sayin' 'cause it's like Daniel trapped in a lion's pit
Father I feel like I'm dying quick, that's why I ain't shit

So, could you just please fuckin' help me please?
My son, my son
Please
I understand you're distressed my son, but
Don't forget the words of the Lord my son, which reads
Isaiah Chapter sixtieth verse twentieth:
Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw…
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 nothin', she must be some psycho somethin'
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 dancin'
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!