Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to jonathan myers,
Morris peterson, gemini smith, and matthew hingle.
Whats 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, hes a victim of his shortys past
His sons a killa on the for reala, you best to watch yo stash
Whats on my mind, is my brothas name rodney king?
Coulda been shoestring, instead the devil chose malice green
Cant go to sleep, not too deep cause I be hearin shots,
Down on my block bodies drop, itll never stop
The ghetto drama for yo mama is a wicked sin
God save her soul, dont wanna say it but my moms a fiend
Stand in the rain, cant take the pain, the stress is kickin in
Macks 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 Im no snitch, no need to drop a dime,
My futures blind, now tell me whats on yo mind
Chorus: tell me, tell me, whats on yo mind? (2x)
(whats on my mind, whats on my mind,
Was it the chrome, too ? ? ? the crime? )
[bootleg]
Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the victims fall
One shot to the head, before they fled, they made em beg and crawl
Cant 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 killas what Im born to be
My minds 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 Im feelin?
Whats on my mind, its sad, look so small in kids faces
Knowin their daddys 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 familys gotta eat so Im gon keep on feedin fiends
Know what I mean, the same routine almost everyday
Laws pushin me, so Im gon keep on stackin hay
Out to get rich, but Im no snitch, no need to drop a dime,
My futures blind, now tell me, whats 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 murders what Im 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 cant get away
No matter when or where I go, theyre with me everyday
Im shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind free
And tryin to find a piece of my mind, where problems cant find me
No matter what, Im 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
Aint really your friends because they dont stay true
Besides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?
Cash or credit, gotta get it, cant be po no mo
Some gangstas roll into the heavens say no roll no mo
Out to get rich, but Im no snitch, no need to drop a dime,
My futures blind, now tell, me whats on yo mind?
