Dayton Family - What's On My Mind Ii Lyrics
Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to jonathan myers,Morris peterson, gemini smith, and matthew hingle.Whats on yo mind?[shoestring]No demonstration on this nation, as a murderfestGot us locked in the jailcell, the others they was put to restI had no teacher, it was like my pops had passed awayBought me a sweet and snapped his fingers, he was gone awayMy house is hell, I used bail down there on ? acre? streetWhole hood on abc, pops in penetentiaryCaught in the system, hes a victim of his shortys pastHis sons a killa on the for reala, you best to watch yo stashWhats on my mind, is my brothas name rodney king?Coulda been shoestring, instead the devil chose malice greenCant go to sleep, not too deep cause I be hearin shots,Down on my block bodies drop, itll never stopThe ghetto drama for yo mama is a wicked sinGod save her soul, dont wanna say it but my moms a fiendStand in the rain, cant take the pain, the stress is kickin inMacks in the pen cause it was all about his dividendsLife was a struggle, had to hustle, and sometimes buckleA swollen knuckle, lockin up was the ghetto coupleOut to get rich, but Im no snitch, no need to drop a dime,My futures blind, now tell me whats on yo mindChorus: tell me, tell me, whats on yo mind? (2x)(whats on my mind, whats on my mind,Was it the chrome, too ? ? ? the crime? )[bootleg]Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the victims fallOne shot to the head, before they fled, they made em beg and crawlCant stop the thunder in my mind, so who controls the storm?I fill my body full of drank and dank to keep it warmPlease stop the killin, lord a killas what Im born to beMy minds on murder god, homicides are all a seePlease set me free from all the enemies that haunt my mindWhy do the righteous, poor, and black suffer all the time?My mother talks to me, and tells me, stop the violent killinWorkin hard all day, tryin to make my payNow how you think Im feelin?Whats on my mind, its sad, look so small in kids facesKnowin their daddys doin 20 for some drug casesNever knew my daddy so I never could respect a manLearned to cook up drugs and hold my ground while other yougsters ranGotta be a man, so my plan is to pursue my dreamsMy familys gotta eat so Im gon keep on feedin fiendsKnow what I mean, the same routine almost everydayLaws pushin me, so Im gon keep on stackin hayOut to get rich, but Im no snitch, no need to drop a dime,My futures blind, now tell me, whats on yo mind?Chorus (2x)[night and day]Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped inside the fenceWanna represent his death, cause murders what Im up againstIt makes no sense to me, the troubles that run through my headWakin up in the mornin, knowin the grave might become my bedI shoulda fled, but from my problems, I cant get awayNo matter when or where I go, theyre with me everydayIm shootin the dice and drinkin the liquor to set my mind freeAnd tryin to find a piece of my mind, where problems cant find meNo matter what, Im stuck, my mind is trapped inside the sinSo I release my anger through a chamber, gin, a pad, and pinYour so called friendsAint really your friends because they dont stay trueBesides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you?Cash or credit, gotta get it, cant be po no moSome gangstas roll into the heavens say no roll no moOut to get rich, but Im no snitch, no need to drop a dime,My futures blind, now tell, me whats on yo mind?
