Confessions

[Intro: Cam'ron & Minister]

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

[Verse 1: Cam'ron]

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

[Interlude: Cam'ron & Minister]

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

[Verse 2: Cam'ron]

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

[Interlude: Cam'ron & Minister]

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

[Verse 3: Cam'ron]

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!

[Outro: Cam'ron]

Mommy? I want my mommy...

I want mommy!