Caine Casanova - Nation, Opposed to War Lyrics

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 f*cked 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...