What's On My Mind, Pt. 2

Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to Jonathan Myers

Morris Peterson, Gemini Smith, and Matthew Hingle

What's on your mind?

No demonstration on this nation, as a murderfest

Got us locked in the jail cell

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 dwell down there on Waker 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 killer on the for real-a, you best to watch yo stash

What's on my mind is my brother named, 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 want to 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 your mind?

Tell me, tell me, what's your mind?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

Tell me, tell me, what's your mind?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

Apply the pressure, drastic measures make 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 killers what I've grown to be

My mind's on murder, God, homicides are all I 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' twenty for some drug cases

Never knew my daddy, so I never could respect a man

Learnt to cook up drugs and hold my ground

While other youngsters 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 every day

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 your mind?

Tell me, tell me, what's your mind?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

Tell me, tell me, what's your mind?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

What's on my mind? What's on my mind?

Was it the chrome? You quit the crime?

Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped inside the fence

Want to 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 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 poor no more

Some gangstas roll into the heaven't say, no roll, no more

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 your mind?