Letter To The King

Second floor my hotel I'm rollin up bout to blaze
 And zone out to this frankie beverly and mayes
 As our days about to pass and them days in the past
 He set my mind free so my mind free at last
 So much that I don't even drink from a f**kin glass
 Id rather find the first fountain I can and do it fast
 Didn't understand a dream of a king now do the math
 Coincidentally on your birthdays I ditched the class
 Cause the younger me, dumber me was chasin the cash
 Chasin the ass, low life with his face in the grass
 Ridin home from school in front of the bus
 Not even thinking bout how rosa parks done it for us
 How she stayed behind bars and she done it for us
 And she stayed behind bars till she won it for us
 Sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
 That's when I close my eyes and see coretta scotts face
 Cause sometimes I wanna give up or at least take a break
 That's when I close my eyes and see coretta scotts face? .
 Uh
 Word up game
 Standing at the pue panoramic view of the seating
 Greeting, I've been meaning to do me some letter reading, to the king
 He forever breathing your messages never leaving
 Some of your homies, phonies I should say it when I see them
 Them sleazy bastards, some greedy pastors, jerks
 Some should never be allowed in ebenezer baptist church, in atlanta
 Some people be patient I know this ghetto grammar
 But I'm a street dude normally I just speak rude
 Martin luther, the martyr, the trooper, hate killed him
 Noble peace prize winner they duplicate the feelin
 As a kid I ain't relate really, I was sayin dreams speech jokingly
 Till your world awoken me
 First I thought your were passive, soft one who xxx kissed
 I was young to be honest, I was feelin mohamed
 I ain't even know the strength you had to have to march
 You was more than just talk you were the first real braveheart
 We miss you
 Feels like king be in me sometimes?
 The word nigger is nothing like nigga
 Don't sound xxxx alike like game like jigga
 One came before the other like aim and pull the trigga
 One is slang for my brotha, one is hang and take a picture
 The rope ain't tight enough, he still alive go fix it
 Pour some gasoline on him, call his daughters black xxxxxxx
 Make him pick cotton, while they momma clean up the kitchen
 The same cotton in white tees that's the cotton they was pickin
 If dr. king marched today would bill gates march?
 I know obama would but would hillary take part?
 Great minds think great thoughts
 The pictures I paint make the mona lisa look like fake art
 I feel the pain of nelson mandela
 Cause when it rains it pours I need rihannas umbrella
 For coretta scotts tear drops
 When she got the phone call that the future just took a f**kin head shot
 I wonder why jesse jackson didn't catch him before his body dropped
 Would he give me the answer? probably not