Sentenced to Five

Lyrics

[Intro: Pooh-Man] Yeah, me and the boy JT Tha Bigga Figga Straight from west block San Quinn prison Serving five year sentence on a robbery case This is to everybody I love Everybody I am going to miss [Verse 1: Pooh-Man] September fifth, nine AM, courtroom ten Turned myself in Sentenced to five years on a robbery case Can't forget the look on my woman and mother's face Now I am on the great goose west block bound Thirty months now I got lay it down No more riding with my homies getting high Just reminiscing about the Eastside Hit the weight pad, trying to stay in shape By the time I get out I have songs for twenty tapes Family visits I look forward to and on my back I got a new tattoo The four the one the five strength in my stride Now I got's to ride One day soon I will be home And my kids and there mother won't be alone [Hook] Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound [Verse 2: JT Tha Bigga Figga] Devastating with flows and overflooded with game Ten years done past and now them thangs done changed Remember the ballers, remember the shot callers Remember the times when homies We're riding around in them 779 Impalas Your life man it ain't right for me Can't do a thang, just stand in the back and give you a beat down Homies is missing but ain't no need for reminiscing Celebrating 'cause all this time you been waiting At the under spot now make it clever Now lets start the nation make it a whole lot better I am thinking about my grip, I have my twist My freedom and a extra clip I choose my freedom because I am on my way home I get to sleep in my bed and get to see my kid Grow into his manhood, no more waiting on the block And playing hind and seek from a gang of cops [Hook] Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound [Verse 3: Pooh-Man] I got a letter from my house my homie just died Seems nothing ever changes on the Eastside Reading book after book, eating spreads Penitentiary lifestyle is playing with my head Wish I never did what I done, but it's already done and I can't run Missing my family and my freedom I guess you never really know much you really need 'em My girls are growing up to be young women And I'm regretting everyday that there father is not with 'em But everybody makes mistakes, we're only human But reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuing Smackin brothers jackin brothers Now everyday the more I miss my mother (I love my mother) I walk around with my head hanging down Never would I thought I would be penitentiary bound [Hook] Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound Sentenced to five long years Face will be full of those tattoo tears Days turn to years on the compound Never would I thought I'd be penitentiary bound