Back Home lyrics

Artist  : Fort Minor 
Song : Back Home



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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 the freebase yo we trapped on

Where our grandmothers marched / The guns clap
on

There's 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

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 hiero / glyphics

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



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 acutally 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 lap the source / need something to
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 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 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 Tokyo for those that don't know

Where figures shiver / living right in the
littler

Where kids write bigger / right inside the LA
river

On the concrete / a symbol of our everyday
way

Its 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