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Текст песни Confessions от исполнителя Camron

    [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 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 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...

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А знаете ли вы, что классическая музыка признана многими психологами, врачами и самими исполнителями в буквальном смысле чудодейственной. Сама по себе она не совершает чудеса, но она может самым благоприятным образом влиять на человека, растений и животных, на весь окружающий мир. И не важно, что в большинстве композиций классической музыки отсутствуют тексты песен, главное здесь - ее звучание, удачное сочетание нот и звуков.

Доказано, что классическая музыка благотворно влияет на нервную систему. Многие психологи прописывают своим пациентам слушать классическую музыку каждый день. Она не только успокаивает, но и вызывает положительные эмоции у человека. Классическую музыку даже с недавних пор стали использовать прогрессивных взглядов хирурги во время своих операций. Они прочувствовали на себе, что когда операция проводится под звуки классической музыки, все проходит как по маслу, а пациент в скорейшем времени реабилитируется и идет на поправку. Да, и во многих западных больницах в палатах больных играет классическая музыка. По словам врачей, она является усилителем медикаментозного лечения, так как своим звучанием настраивает на положительный лад людей, страдающих тем или иным заболеванием, внушает веру в выздоровление и в собственные силы справиться с болезнью. И все это не пустые слова - это результат проводимых неоднократно экспериментов.

К примеру, был произведен такой эксперимент - в две комнаты, одинаковые по размеру, температуре, влажности, степени освещения, поместили горшки с абсолютно одинаковыми цветами, и в каждой их них включили музыку - в одной классическую, а в другой - тяжелый рок. По истечении определенного времени эксперимент показал следующие результаты - в комнате с классической музыке цветы стали быстро прибавлять в росте, многие расцвели, все выглядели здоровыми, а в комнате с тяжелым роком цветы не только не выросли ни на сколько, а имели нездоровый вид, а многие даже зачахли. Чудодейственное влияние классической музыки на лицо. Однако этот эксперимент вовсе не говорит о том, что рок плох, и слушать его не следует, отнюдь - все люди разные, на кого-то и рок. И тексты песен роковых исполнителей действуют как чудесная сила.