[Intro]
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(Pooh-Man)
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Yeah me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga
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Straight from west block San Quinn prison
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serving five year sentence on a robbery case
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This is to everybody I love
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Everybody I am going to miss
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[Verse 1]
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(Pooh-Man)
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September fifth
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9 a.m.
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Courtroom Ten
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Turned myself in
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Sentenced to five years on a robbery case
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Can't forget the look on my women and mothers face
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Now I am on the great goose west block thang
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32 months now I got lay it down
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No more riding with my homies getting high
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Just reminiscing about the Eastside
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Hit the weight pad
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Trying to stay in shape
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By the time I get out I have songs for 20 tapes
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Family visit's I look forward to
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And on my back I got a new tattoo
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The 4 the 1 the 5 stripped in my stride now I got's to ride
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One day soon I will be home
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And my kids and there mother won't be alone
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[Hook]
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Sentenced to five long years
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Room's full of tattoo tears
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These 20 years on the compound
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Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
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(2x)
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[Verse 2]
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(JT Tha Bigga Figga)
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Never say they flow or flooded with game
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10 years done past and now them thangs done changed
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Remember the ballers
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Remember the shot callers
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Remember the times your homies
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Were riding around in them 7-7-9 Impalas
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Your life man it ain't right for me
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Can't do a thang
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Just stand in the back and give you a beat down
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Homies is missing but ain't no need for reminiscing
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Celebrating cuz all this time you been waiting
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At the under spot now make it clever
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Now lets start the nation make it a whole lot better
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I am thinking about my grip
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I have my twist
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My freedom and a extra clip
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I choose my freedom because I am on my way home
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I get to sleep in my bed and get to see my kid
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Grow into his manhood
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No more waiting on the block
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And playing hind and seek from a gang of cops
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[Hook]
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Sentenced to five long years
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Room's full of tattoo tears
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These 20 years on the compound
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Never would I thought I would be penitrany bound
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(2x)
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[Verse 3]
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(Pooh-Man)
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I got a letter from my house my homie just died
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Seems nothing ever changes on the Eastside
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Waiting, booking reading, eatin,
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Penitentary lifestyle is playing with my head
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Wish I never did what I done
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But it's already done and I can't run
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Missing my family and my freedom
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I guess you never really know much you really need em
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My girls are growing up to be young women
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And I'm regretting everyday that there father is not with em
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But everybody makes mistakes
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Were only human
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But reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuing
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Smackin brothers jackin brothers
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Now everyday the more miss my mother (I love my mother)
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I walk around with my head hanging down
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Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
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[Outro]
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Sentenced to five long years
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Room's full of tattoo tears
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These 20 years on the compound
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Never would I thought I would be penitentary bound
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(4x)
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Sentenced To Five (featuring JT Tha Bigga Figga)
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| Pooh-Man |
