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Back home

Everybodys 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 the lights go out

But I guess you gotta just watch out for you 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 The liquor 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

Im 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/ gang rivals

Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics

I tell 'em that this is all tribal

Used to do dirt/ shorty’s goin’through the same cycle

And trials like Michael/ tryin’not to stay idle

Back home

Everybodys 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 the lights go out

But I guess you gotta just watch out for you own

'Cause ain’t a damn thing free

Back home

Ryu:

Back home it’s not Compton but close

The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'

And folks are so common

It don’t/ really bother us much we just swallow it/ uh Crack 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 its cold

Like the Windy City streets of December

I pace back and forth/ looking for the courage to shine

But cant trap the source/ need somethng to nourish my mind

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 truth back to the game

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 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 Tokyo 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 everydat way

Its that color and concentration over heavy and prey

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

Everybodys 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 the lights go out

But I guess you gotta just watch out for you own

'Cause ain’t a damn thing free

Back home