Lyrics

[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!