Yeah, me and them boy JT the bigger figureStraight from West Block, St. Quentin PrisonServing a five year sentence on a robbery caseThis is to everybody I love, everybody I'm gon' missSeptember 5th, 9am, courtroom teamTurned myself in, sentenced to five years on the robbery caseCan't forget the look on my woman and my mother's faceNow I'm on the Great Goose, West Block bound32 months now, I got to lay it downNo more riding with my homies, getting highJust reminiscing about the east sideHit the weight, pal, try to stay in shapeBy the time I get out, I have songs for 20 takesFamily visits I look forward toAnd on my back I got a new tattooThe four, the one, the fiveStrength in my stride, now I gots to rideSt. Quentin PrisonOne day soon I'll be homeAnd my kids and they mother won't be aloneSentenced to five long yearsFace will be full of those tattooed tearsDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundSentenced to five long yearsFace will be full of those tattooed tearsDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundDevastated with flows and over flooded with gangstasTen years then passed and now the things didn't changeRemember the ballers, remember the shot callersRemember the times when homies was rollin' aroundIn them 7-7 mobbin' callersDome lights, phantom top with a paint for MigosCandy paint with a slap in the back to make that beat dullHomies listen, but ain't no need for reminiscingCelebratin' cause all these days young men been waitin'Strike on dates at the under spot now make it clever9-5 cruise to my destination to make it a whole lot betterBut if on this bunk I sit, I'm thinking about my gripI had my choice to have my freedom or an extra clipI had my choice to have my freedom or an extra clipI chose my freedom cause I'm on my way homeDone a 10-year sale for 20 a bit, now I get to see my kidGrow into his manhoodNo more 8-9 pots with a bag of rocksPlayin' hide-and-seek for my gang of copsSince the five long yearsFace will be full of those tattooed tearsDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundSince the five long yearsFace will be full of those tattooed tearsDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundI got a letter from my house, my homie just diedSeems nothing ever changes on the east sideReadin' book after book, eatin' spreadsPenitentiary lifestyles playin' with my headWish I never did what I doneBut it's already done, and I can't runMissin' my family and my freedomI guess you never really know how much you really need emMy girls are growin' up to be young womenAnd I'm regrettin' everyday that their father's not with themBut everybody makes mistakes, we're only humanBut reckless was the lifestyle I was pursuin'Smackin' brothers, jackin' brothersNoun every day, the more I miss my motherI walk around with my head hangin' downNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundSince the five long yearsFace will be full of those tattooed tearsDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundSince the five long yearsFace will be full of those tattooed tearsDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundSince the five long yearsFolksyDays turned to years on the compoundNever would've thought I'd be penitentiary boundSince the five long yearsSolanaDays turned to years on the compoundSince the five long years