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