Back home
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Everybody's searching for somethin'
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But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
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Back home
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Ain't nobody hoping and praying
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¡¯Cause they feel like nothing can save ¡¯em
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And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
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Life goes black when those lights go out
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But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
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¡¯Cause ain't a damn thing free
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Back home
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Common:
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Back home / they holler ¡°disciple¡± and ¡°blackstone¡±
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Same block they freebase yo we trapped on
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Where our grandmothers marched / The guns clap on
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There¡¯s liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
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I travel the world just to come back to it
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The crib got a lot of soul like black music
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I¡¯m attached to it
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In many ways this city raised me / and gave me
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The drama, honor, and bravery
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The streets seem hollow / when I go to Chicago
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It¡¯s cheap wine and sorrow
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Times is hard to swallow
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In search of God¡¯s tomorrow / I borrow words from the
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Bible / and use them for survival / gangs rival
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Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics
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I tell ¡¯em that this is all tribal
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Used to do dirt / shorty¡¯s goin' through the same cycle
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And trials like Michael / tryin' not to stay idle
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Ryu:
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Back home it¡¯s not Compton but close
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The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'
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And folks are so common
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It don¡¯t / really bother us much we just swallow it / uh
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Crack the bottle and smoke / hope tomorrow something
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Magical happens that¡¯ll put me back in the biz
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But the chances of it actually happening¡¯s kinda slim
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Back home / we get the good life at a glimpse
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In the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
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I¡¯m back home
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Tak:
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Back home / I try my best to keep it together it¡¯s cold
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Like the Windy City streets of December
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I pace back and forth / looking for the courage to shine
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But can¡¯t tap the source / need something to nourish my mind
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I know we all lose quite a bit in life
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Only to gain some
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Life or the dark winding roads we came from
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But I move with the night / so I¡¯m used to the shade
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And never lose sight / bringing truth back to the game
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Mike:
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Back home / we've got a lot of shit on our minds
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We're always behind on something cause there's not enough time
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And we're non-stop / bottom line / doing what we gotta do
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To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
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Back home there's people calling us hopeless
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People trying to tell us all we need is some focus
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But focus
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Focus is overrated
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Cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it
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Back home is Alvarado / K-Town and J-Town
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Or Little Tokyo for those that don't know
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Where figures shiver / living right in the litter
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Where kids write bigger / right inside the LA river
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On the concrete / a symbol of our everyday way
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Its that color and concentration over heavy and grey
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And by the time the ink dries on this page
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I¡¯ll be half a day away from the place where I stay
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Back Home (Featuring. Common And Styles Of Beyond)
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| Fort Minor |
