Thoughts of a Pomona Sinner
these are ma personal thoughts, they the thoughts of a sinner
besides on the street, nigga i aint no muthafuckin winner
the streets of Pomona California, got me under the seige
i was sellin everything, from cocaine, ta crack, ta weed
nigga this aint yo average hood story, nigga its ma life
ma family tried ta stife, and say i was livin trife
shit all wanted was the big heavy platnium neck-a-lace
not be in juve for cocaine possesion, and neglegence
ballin hard for ma team, cuz i wanted to live the thug dream
but hip hip artist, they make it look easier than it seems
im ballin hard fa Pomona, i was raised in that Chino area
where if u call a mexican a spic, them niggas will bury ya
me and mah nigga +Glich+, got Pomona on our back
i got one hand on tha trigga, the otha hand on ma sack
i cant fuckin win fa losing, so its a fuckin catch 22
im not Jamie Foxx, but baby ima make it do what it do
the thoughts of a sinner, man the shits so vivid
because its true ta me, and fuckin its how i lived it
they callin me under, like im goin straight to hell
some times i pray ta god, and ask am i headed for jail
i get no response, im keepin on hangin wit ma set
ive commit so many sins, its too many to regret
