| I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles | |
| Are we on the radio dukes? | |
| Awww yeah, give it to me | |
| Yeah, at night | |
| I can't sleep | |
| I'm tossin' and turnin' | |
| I still got the candlesticks burnin' | |
| It ain't changed but it's a different time | |
| And I'm still playin' tricks with my mind | |
| My mothers always stressin' that | |
| I'm livin' wrong | |
| But I got my | |
| Smith and | |
| Wesson so | |
| I'm gettin' grown | |
| And their lookin' at your little boys success | |
| And I been thinkin', | |
| I'm dealin' with too much stress | |
| So I stay up on my p's and q's | |
| And watch out for the | |
| G's and fools | |
| Cause the homies that | |
| I thought | |
| I hadSee me stackin' up a grip | |
| And they just started talkin' bad | |
| So I stay away from outsiders | |
| And when I roll through, it makes 'em open they mouth wider | |
| I used to think that you was my one and only homie | |
| My mind was playin' tricks on me | |
| My mind was playin' tricks on me | |
| YeahDear diary | |
| I'm havin' a little trouble with my mind state | |
| How many bullets would it take to change my mind? wait | |
| Sometimes | |
| I want to end it but | |
| I don't though | |
| They tell me see my pastor but | |
| I don't go | |
| Cause they all be on this one street | |
| So I take it on myself to thank him one deep | |
| And give my money to the most needy | |
| And never put it in the hands of the most greedy | |
| Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word | |
| And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt | |
| The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast | |
| And they openin' up these churches for some quick cash | |
| And usin' the money fo' they new cribs | |
| While brother | |
| Johnson just got kicked out where he lived | |
| I follow no man, cause man be phoney | |
| My mind was playin' tricks on me | |
| My mind was playin' tricks on me | |
| Day by day it's more impossible to cope | |
| I feel like | |
| I'm the one that's doin' dope | |
| Can't seem to keep my mind on a steady track | |
| I'm all about gettin' mine so | |
| I study that | |
| But it seems they want to get me | |
| So I try to keep my nine millimeter wit me | |
| Just in case they want to see a homies head blown | |
| But I got to stay around to see my kids grown | |
| I finally found a woman who could deal wit me | |
| Back then | |
| I had a woman who wouldn't real wit me | |
| And now she's back with her old lady | |
| And now I got it goin' on and they sure hate me | |
| Now I'm a gone and she's alonehahahaha, her mind was playin' tricks on her | |
| One time for your motherfuckin' mind | |
| Bringin' it back like this here1-9-9-1 all the way to the 1-9-9-4 and they me | |
| FaceMy mind was playin' tricks on me |