Nation, Opposed to War

Dear Coretta, I know you're on the sunny side of life But it's raining somewhere else So that inspired me to write You a letter of how I really feel To make you understand Why I have to assassinate the only person You love to call your man It's not because I'm white, ignore the color of my skin They sense danger And I fear for their anger if I don't bend So if I blend into a crowd full of hatred please don't offend It's the segregation spread through the nation that's breaking men So let me tell you about myself I was young, I had a dream too I wanted to build a ranch full of cattle right where the sun grew With acres sitting on top of acres You'll see with one view But I fucked over all my lease papers Now I'm in this gun crew Now I'm stuck til' the debt can get void With a bunch of racist pricks That hate the sound of his voice So when it comes to your husband, girl I don't a choice Just have a mercy on my soul and promise that you rejoice P.S. I'm sorry Dear Coretta (Take my hand, forgive my sins) Dear Coretta (Bow your head and heal my sins) Dear Coretta (Take my hand, forgive my sins) Dear Coretta (Bow your head and heal my, heal my life) Dear Coretta, I know that you're anxious I see jealously tainted Over pain that you're misery painted I'm more than thankful you didn't rat me out No you ain't switch, when them bullets had missed And split through your husband's mouth I'm well aware of hospital visits It's more to bare, when God stares at the gravesites I visit Knowing I did it You got children with this nigga You had a foundation you've been building with this nigga Now all you do is remember All the memories that frighten me 'Cause I'm the one that teared All sheets and all the brightest scenes inside the home you shared So if you really want this knife in me I completely understand It was wrong to take the life of things you'll never see again Dear Coretta (Take my hand, forgive my sins) Dear Coretta (Bow your head and heal my sins) Dear Coretta (Take my hand, forgive my sins) Dear Coretta (Bow your head and heal my, heal my life) I love Martin, I wish I had chance to meet him But this war sparking so eventually I'm gon' see him But not the way that imagined They crackers brainwashing my memory Feeding energy to make me his assassin I'm consumed to this life of a hatred But I refuse to overuse this power they created I'm not amused to every move these racist crackers making I'm still immuned because my skin is paler than this paper Lord where is Satan when you need him? It's obvious death is the path I chose So there's my 187, now suicide is my goal I can't live with this guilt no more I tore apart a home Now I'm tie my life onto this rope And make sure that Coretta know that I'm gone To be continued...