This is a song about "My mind"

Dope money still a object, it’s the same damn grind

Introspective, always in my own mind,

Too many thoughts, cant make up my mind

And screaming i guess them nightmares as a child

I smoke dope, it slows my mind

From the womb, my newborn child

In the back of my mind

By god, slow grind

I'm still looking for my mind

As: they will be so surprised

And i don't mind to hide my mind and my eyes though

If you know like i know, you should lie low

Should be harder to find

I'm taking pictures with my mind

Keep me from speaking my mind

The revolution has arrived