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Back homeEverybody's searching for somethin'But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'Back homeAin't nobody hoping and praying'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'emAnd they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact thatLife goes black when those lights go outBut I guess you gotta just watch out for your own'Cause ain't a damn thing freeBack home
[Common:]Back homethey holler "disciple" and "blackstone"Same block they freebase yo we trapped onWhere our grandmothers marchedThe guns clap onThere's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songsI travel the world just to come back to itThe crib got a lot of soul like black musicI'm attached to itIn many ways the city raised meand gave meThe drama, honor, and braveryThe streets seem hollowwhen I go to ChicagoIt's cheap wine and sorrowTimes is hard to swallowIn search of God's tomorrowI borrow words from theBibleand use them for survivalgangs rivalSigns painted on walls like hieroglyphicsI tell 'em that this is all tribalUsed to do dirtshorty's goin' through the same cycleAnd trials like Michaeltryin' not to stay idle
[Ryu:]Back home it's not Compton but closeThe same problems exist and the pain throbbin'And folks are so commonIt don'treally bother us much we just swallow ituhCrack the bottle and smokehope tomorrow somethingMagical happens that'll put me back in the bizBut the chances of it actually happening's kinda slimBack homewe get the good life at a glimpseIn the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimpsI'm back home
[Tak:]Back homeI try my best to keep it together it's coldLike the Windy City streets of DecemberI pace back and forthlooking for the courage to shineBut can't tap the sourceneed something to nourish my mindI know we all lose quite a bit in lifeOnly to gain someLife of the dark winding roads we came fromBut I move with the nightso I'm used to the shadeAnd never lose sightbringing truth back to the game
[Mike:]Back homewe've got a lot of shit on our mindsWe're always behind on something cause there's not enough timeAnd we're non-stopbottom linedoing what we gotta do to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hosptialBack home there's people calling us hopelessPeople trying to tell us all we need is some focusBut focusFocus is overratedCause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change itBack home is AlvaradoK-Town and J-TownOr Little Tokyo for those that don't knowWhere figures shiverliving right inside the LA riverOn the concretea symbol of our everyday wayIts that color and concentration over the heavy and greyAnd by the time the ink dries on this pageI'll be half a day away from the place where I stay
[Common:]Back homethey holler "disciple" and "blackstone"Same block they freebase yo we trapped onWhere our grandmothers marchedThe guns clap onThere's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songsI travel the world just to come back to itThe crib got a lot of soul like black musicI'm attached to itIn many ways the city raised meand gave meThe drama, honor, and braveryThe streets seem hollowwhen I go to ChicagoIt's cheap wine and sorrowTimes is hard to swallowIn search of God's tomorrowI borrow words from theBibleand use them for survivalgangs rivalSigns painted on walls like hieroglyphicsI tell 'em that this is all tribalUsed to do dirtshorty's goin' through the same cycleAnd trials like Michaeltryin' not to stay idle
[Ryu:]Back home it's not Compton but closeThe same problems exist and the pain throbbin'And folks are so commonIt don'treally bother us much we just swallow ituhCrack the bottle and smokehope tomorrow somethingMagical happens that'll put me back in the bizBut the chances of it actually happening's kinda slimBack homewe get the good life at a glimpseIn the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimpsI'm back home
[Tak:]Back homeI try my best to keep it together it's coldLike the Windy City streets of DecemberI pace back and forthlooking for the courage to shineBut can't tap the sourceneed something to nourish my mindI know we all lose quite a bit in lifeOnly to gain someLife of the dark winding roads we came fromBut I move with the nightso I'm used to the shadeAnd never lose sightbringing truth back to the game
[Mike:]Back homewe've got a lot of shit on our mindsWe're always behind on something cause there's not enough timeAnd we're non-stopbottom linedoing what we gotta do to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hosptialBack home there's people calling us hopelessPeople trying to tell us all we need is some focusBut focusFocus is overratedCause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change itBack home is AlvaradoK-Town and J-TownOr Little Tokyo for those that don't knowWhere figures shiverliving right inside the LA riverOn the concretea symbol of our everyday wayIts that color and concentration over the heavy and greyAnd by the time the ink dries on this pageI'll be half a day away from the place where I stay
