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