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Back home
Everybody`s searching for somethin`
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin`
Back home
Ain`t nobody hoping and praying
`Cause they feel like nothing can save `em
And they try to hold out but they can`t fight the fact that...
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
`Cause ain`t a damn thing free
Back home

Common:
Back home&they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
Same block they freebase yo we trapped on
where our grandmothers marched&the guns clap on
There`s liqour stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
I travel the world just to come back to it
The crib got a lot of soul like black music
I`m attached to it
In many ways this city raised me& and gave me
the drama, honor and bravery
The streets seem hollow&when I go to Chicago
It`s cheap wine and sorrow
Times is hard to swallow
In search of God`s tomorrow&I borrow words from the
Bible&and use them for survival&gangs rival
Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics
I tell `em that this is all tribal
Used to dirt&shorty`s goin` through the same cycle
And trials like michael&tryin not to stay idle

Back home
Everybody`s searching for somethin`
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin`
Back home
Ain`t nobody hoping and praying
`Cause they feel like nothing can save `em
And they try to hold out but they can`t fight the fact that...
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
`Cause ain`t a damn thing free
Back home

Ryu:
Back home it`s not Compton but close
The same problem exist and the pain throbbin`
And folks are so common
It don`t&really bother us much we just swallow it&uh Crackt the bottle and smoke&hope tomorrow something
Magical happens that`ll put me back in the biz
But the chances of it actually happening`s kinda slim
Back home&we get the good life at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
I`m back home

Tak:
Back home&I try my best to keep it together it`s cold
Like the windy city streets of December
I pace back and forth&looking for the courage to shine
But can`t tap the source&need something nourish my mind
I know we all lose quite a bit in life
Only to gain some
Life or the dark winding roads we came from
But I move with the night&so I`m used to the shade
And never lose sight&bringing the truth back

Mike:
Back home& We`ve got a lot of shit on our minds
We`re always behind on something cause there`s not enough time
And we`re non-stop&bottom line&doing what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
Back home there`s people calling us hopeless
People trying to tell us all we need is some focus
But focus
Focus is overrated
Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can`t change it
Back home is alvarado&K-town and J-town
Or little for those that don`t know
Where figures shiver&living right in the litter
Where kids write bigger&right inside the LA river
On the concrete&a symbol of our everyday way
It`s that color and concentration over heavy and grey
And by the time the ink dries on this page
I`ll be half a day away from the place where I stay

Back home
Everybody`s searching for somethin`
But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin`
Back home
Ain`t nobody hoping and praying
`Cause they feel like nothing can save `em
And they try to hold out but they can`t fight the fact that...
Life goes black when those lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
`Cause ain`t a damn thing free
Back home