Lyric Back Home
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
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
