Yeah, I want to dedicate this song to Jonathan Myers,   Morris 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?