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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