A remix of an old 2001 song.
diego
troy k
Lyrics
On My Mind (Extended Version)
From the Album: The Way, the Truth, and the Life
Written by: Diego
Beat by: Annodominibeats
Yo, have you ever felt like-- you don't know where you goin'
Just wanderin' not really carin' about nothin' and no one?/
I'm goin' through it at the moment with these potent emotions
That keep growing and growing in me til' they cause an explosion/
Now, when I open up my window, and see how we live
I see my women lyin' and cheatin and beatin' their kids /
Till they kick out their teeth and their ribs, while they're sleep in their cribs
Teaching em' sin like they don't have no reason to live/
And when I open up my door an I see the world
I see my brothers killin' eachother and beatin' they're girl/
Til' they bleed and they hurl and call the police for help
But the police are too busy beatin' people themself/
This government...needs to equal the wealth
But how can we complain when we the people are even evil ourself?/
We're depletin' our health like drug fiends smokin' crack
We see injustice every moment but we don't react/
We're hopin' that... it'll disappear and it won't be back
But in fact, life is a sharp talon that won't retract/
In fact, us rappers'll kill eachother over plaques
And turn our backs cause we went to a mansion from a shack/
Its a shame in this game we're supposed to tote a gat/
To "survive" we're losin' our lives over spoken tracks/
Whos hope was that? Yours or mine?/
Why are we stuck in this war of time wit' 44's and 9's/
Who draws the lines and decides if I die from Genocide?/
Who divides my mind in two sides like a Gemini?/
When I die I wanna' be murked for somethin'
Not my mother giving me birth on this earth for nothin'!/
I ain't talkin' bout no spinners and thats my own choice/
I'm not a rapper that loves the sound of his own voice/
I don't want no Rolls-Royce, or no "Lac" or "Ice"/
I'm tryna' go back to rap and bring it back to life/
Of course you can floss thats your sacrifice/
You sell your soul for material: thats the price/
When your life becomes ashes, dust, and bones/
With no weed smoke, no ho's; You just alone/
Sittin' 6 feet beneath the earth's crust and stone/
Will you really give a **** about them guns and chrome?/
What about all of those people that you loved at home?/
Will they cherish yo' memory when you're dead and gone?/
You will perish eventually but you don't care/
So, why should I? I won't cry or shed no tears/
But whats the point of whispering secrets in dead folks ears?/
No matter what the **** I say them brothas just don't hear/
So I express no fear in prison... or any battle site/
Cause I rap and write thats just how I handle life/
Better to grab a mic than the handle of a knife
And slice right through people's Adam's apple twice/
As I fight..this sick, twisted,/
Vicious, malicious existance in this world of addictions/
Listen to what I spit when you rate me/
By da' way, this just been on my mind lately/
And maybe you hate me for preaching like I'm crazy
But I'm only speaking truth for the one that made me/
And saved me but I can't make you believe; thats not what I'm here for
I can only open your ears so you can hear more/
Twice I almost died but now I'm more alive
I see more with my soul than I ever saw with eyes/
All the lies I ever told will have me dead and cold
Under a stone in a graveyard on the seventh row/
You never know when your hourglass is hollow
Look past the sorrow and try to see past tomorrow/
Our time is fast and borrowed, because I've seen the
Storm swarm in our lives more violent than Katrina/
Meanwhile, the deciever lies cause he wants you to listen
So that these sins that we have commited become a prison/
And since the beginnin' we ate so the truth isn't hidden
I guess thats the reason that one fruit was forbidden/
(Psalm 73 1:9)