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 had

See 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

Yeah

Dear 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