Yeah, I want to dedicate song to Jonathan Myers, Morris Peterson, Smith, and Matthew Hingle. What's on yo
No demonstration on nation, as a murderfest Got us locked in the jailcell, the others they was put to I had no teacher, it was like my pops had passed Bought me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was away My house is hell, I bail down there on ?Acre? street Whole hood on ABC, in penetentiary in the system, he's a victim of his shorty's past His son's a killa on the for reala, you to watch yo stash What's on my mind, is my name Rodney King? Coulda been Shoestring, the devil chose Malice Green Can't go to sleep, not too cause I be hearin shots, Down on my block drop, it'll never stop The ghetto drama for yo mama is a sin God save her soul, wanna say it but my mom's a fiend Stand in the rain, take the pain, the stress is kickin in Mack's in the pen it was all about his dividends Life was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes A swollen knuckle, up was the ghetto couple Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime, My future's blind, now tell me what's on yo
Tell me, tell me, what's on yo mind? (2X) (What's on my mind, on my mind, Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?)
Apply the pressure, measures made the victim's fall One shot to the head, before fled, they made em beg and crawl Can't stop the in my mind, so who controls the storm? I fill my body full of drank and to keep it warm Please stop the killin, Lord a killa's I'm born to be My on murder God, homicides are all a see Please set me free from all the enemies that my mind Why do the righteous, poor, and suffer all the time? My mother talks to me, and tells me, ";Stop the killin"; Workin all day, tryin to make my pay Now how you think I'm What's on my mind, sad, look so small in kid's faces Knowin daddy's doin 20 for some drug cases Never knew my daddy so I never respect a man Learned to cook up drugs and hold my ground other yougsters ran be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreams My family's eat so I'm gon keep on feedin fiends Know what I mean, the same almost everyday Law's me, so I'm gon keep on stackin hay Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime, My future's blind, now tell me, on yo mind?
Chorus: Tell me, me, what's on yo mind? (2X) (What's on my mind, on my mind, Was it the chrome, too ??? the crime?)
[Night and Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped the fence Wanna represent his death, murder's what I'm up against It makes no sense to me, the troubles that run through my Wakin up in the mornin, knowin the might become my bed I shoulda fled, but from my problems, I get away No matter when or where I go, with me everyday I'm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my free And tryin to a piece of my mind, where problems can't find me No matter what, I'm stuck, my mind is trapped the sin So I my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pin Your so called ain't really your friends because they don't true Besides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are there for you? Cash or credit, get it, can't be po no mo Some gangstas roll into the heaven's say no no mo Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to a dime, My blind, now tell, me what's on yo mind?