Lyrics What's On My Mind, Pt. 2 - The Dayton Family

Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to Jonathan Myers,
Morris Peterson, Gemini Smith, and Matthew Hingle
What's on yo mind
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 sons a killa, on the for reala, you best to watch yo stash
Whats on my mind, is my brothers 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
Macks 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 futures blind, now tell me what's on yo mind
Tell me, tell me
What's on yo mind
Tell me, tell me
What's on yo mind
(What's on my mind, what's on my mind
Was it the chrome, too??? the crime
Apply the pressure, drastic measures made the victims 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 killas what I'm born to be
My minds 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
Whats on my mind, it's sad, look so small in kids faces
Knowin their daddys 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
Laws 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 futures blind, now tell me, whats on yo mind
Tell me, tell me
What's on yo mind
Tell me, tell me
What's on yo mind
(What's on my mind, what's on my mind
Was it the chrome, too??? the crime
Tell me, tell me
What's on yo mind
Tell me, tell me
What's on yo mind
(What's on my mind, what's on my mind
Was it the chrome, too??? the crime
Try to stop these fires, but they got me trapped inside the fence
Wanna represent his death, cause murders 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 dont stay true
Besides the smokin and drinkin, now tell me, are they there for you
Cash or credit, gotta get it, cant be poor no more
Some gangstas roll into the heavens, say no roll no more
Out to get rich, but I'm no snitch, no need to drop a dime
My futures blind, now tell, me what's on yo mind