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Dayton Family F.b.i. What's On My Mind Ii 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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