CONFESSIONS

Father, yes my son, forgive me, for I have sined, It has been 21 years since my last confession, 21, that seems like a very long time to go without a confession my son, ya but I'm only 19, 19, that's interesting, ya, it's like I just have these dreams, yo yo yo yo, father were you want to start, how I love ladies, or how I'm slugg crazy, or how I'ma hug maybe from a drug baby, I mean more than a slight high, I mean father I'm blind out my right eye, No mourning cries, cause we were born top die, So fuck mom and father cries, I was one never to bother guys, But when my girl was sodomized, I was dramatized, Shoved the dick down her throught, and told her it was a taste test, And take it deep throat so she wouldn't have to waste breath, I mean they fucked her and stuck her, I said man fuck an AIDS test, Cause I'm gonna go raw anyway, I'm one that likes to chase death, But that guy, got to get'm hit, wild hairs, and tattoos, and Spanish, Wait, wait, wait, who that discription fit, Don't give me chrome for Jimmy Jones, my man with the crime sheet, But he kept talking my girl was a dime piece, And she had a nice figure, drove a nice vigor, And for me to bag her, I had to be a nice nigga, Wait, wait don't applaud me yo, I can't jump to conclusions that's all we know, But his girl did used to call me yo, now I roll for the hell, Oh I'm sorry father let me go head and tell, How I don't really want to be old in this cell, See my two year old nephew, I swear I was holding him well 'Til he cried, and cried, and cried I had to scold him and yell, You know one thing lead to another, I said oh what the hell, Then I threw him against the wall, his parents I told them he fell, That's 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 it's tangy, when I'm angry, And then oneday, when I thought there wasn't a sin left, I ran into my aunt with the fat ass and the thin chest, I don't really want to talk about it, or get in depth, But father I'ma leave you with this last word called insest. My son, my son, remember the words of the lord, Islah chapter 59 verse 1, Behold the lords hands is not shortened, but it cannot hear, but Your enequities have separated between you and your god, and your Sins has hid it's face from you that he will not hear. (Thall shall not steal, thall shall not lie, Thall shall not kill, thall shall not fear) yo yo yo yo, see father I lost my scrupples, Went straight banoodles, when I raped that poodle, the tried to turn the poodle into oddles & noodles, I'm chased by the voodu's, see what that dust does, I love that Venessa Heffer, but I jerk-off 'til I bust blood, Oh yah, I got my balls pierced, and I ain't see my lawyer all year, he, he, Hey little baby don't you cry, moma's gonna make sure you get high, Put that vodka in your milk make sure that your bottles filled, Oh, that's just a little song my mother sang when see was stressed yo, I don't know why she got mad when I cried, 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-hundred, and we ride like the princess, But my cousin blood, yo he dies like the princess, 20 years old and dead, BMX days he played the front I road the pags, And my girl want to know why I'm cold in bed, telling me to hold my head, Asking why I scold my kids, Cause I don't want them little motherfuckers to touch them drugs I sold And did, But fuck it, I'ma take my own life and cut a vain black, Won'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 a six story, That'll be a sick story, wait, wait, wait, wait, speaking of sick stories, Oh father don't start me tweeking, I don't want to talk about that Sunday evening, that cold november weekend, when I had to grab that decan, and brought him into my dungeon of hethans, and in tongues I was speaking, Asjbfdjiqerhu23qw hdi2qyrhijahjfhci hqehowuqeryqwhefoiqiowhqheiqoiq, And then I woke-up to loud preaching, Oh that's just the pastor, flipping through the bible, Reading the scriptures on the rapture, I guess it was my sole he was trying to capture, He missed me by a hairbonne fracture, But he wanted to lay me down in the green pasture, But I'ya still feel like I'm in the bed of fire, like jebiniya, Yo know what I'm saying cause, It's like they ain't trapped in the lions pit, Father I feel like I'm dying quick, That's why I ain't shit, could you just please fucking help me please, please. My son, my son, I understand you're distreesed my son, But don't forget the words of the lord my son, Which reads Islah chapter 68th, verse 20, Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon, For thy lord shall be they everlasting light And the days of thy mouming, shall be ended, For he is with thee my son, put your faith in him. (Thall shall not steal, thall shall not lie, Thall shall not kill, thall shall no fear)