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Yeah  I want to dedicate this song to Jonathan Myers  Horace 
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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