Yeah, i want to dedicate this song to jonathan myers,

Morris peterson, gemini smith, and matthew hingle.

What's on yo mind?



[shoestring]

No demonstration on this nation, as a murderfest

Got us locked in the jailcell, the others they was put to rest

I had no teacher, it was like my pops had passed away

Bought me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was gone away

My house is hell, i used bail down there on ?acre? street

Whole hood on abc, pops in penetentiary

Caught in the system, he's a victim of his shorty's past

His son's a killa on the for reala, you best to watch yo stash

What's on my mind, is my brotha's name rodney king?

Coulda been shoestring, instead the devil chose malice green

Can't go to sleep, not too deep cause i be hearin shots,

Down on my block bodies drop, it'll never stop

The ghetto drama for yo mama is a wicked sin

God save her soul, don't wanna say it but my mom's a fiend

Stand in the rain, can't take the pain, the stress is kickin in

Mack's in the pen cause it was all about his dividends

Life was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckle

A swollen knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto couple

Out to get rich, but i'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,

My future's blind, now tell me what's on yo mind



Chorus: tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2x)

(what's on my mind, what's on my mind,

Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?)



[bootleg]

Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the victim's fall

One shot to the head, before they fled, they made em beg and crawl

Can't stop the thunder in my mind, so who controls the storm?

I fill my body full of drank and dank to keep it warm

Please stop the killin, lord a killa's what i'm born to be

My mind's on murder god, homicides are all a see

Please set me free from all the enemies that haunt my mind

Why do the righteous, poor, and black suffer all the time?

My mother talks to me, and tells me, "stop the violent killin"

Workin hard all day, tryin to make my pay

Now how you think i'm feelin?

What's on my mind, it's sad, look so small in kid's faces

Knowin their daddy's doin 20 for some drug cases

Never knew my daddy so i never could respect a man

Learned to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other yougsters ran

Gotta be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreams

My family's gotta eat so i'm gon keep on feedin fiends

Know what i mean, the same routine almost everyday

Law's pushin me, so i'm gon keep on stackin hay

Out to get rich, but i'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,

My future's blind, now tell me, what's on yo mind?



Chorus (2x)



[night and day]

Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped inside the fence

Wanna represent his death, cause murder's what i'm up against

It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run through my head

Wakin up in the mornin, knowin the grave might become my bed

I shoulda fled, but from my problems, i can't get away

No matter when or where i go, they're with me everyday

I'm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind free

And tryin to find a piece of my mind, where problems can't find me

No matter what, i'm stuck, my mind is trapped inside the sin

So i release my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin

Your so called friends

Ain't really your friends because they don't stay true

Besides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?

Cash or credit, gotta get it, can't be po no mo

Some gangstas roll into the heaven's say no roll no mo

Out to get rich, but i'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime,

My future's blind, now tell, me what's on yo mind?


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