Song lyrics Back home by Fort Minor

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 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 the 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 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 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 to nourish my mind
I know we all lose quite a bit in life
Only to gain some
Life of 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 hosptial
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 inside the LA river
On the concrete
a symbol of our everyday way
Its that color and concentration over the 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