Common, Fort Minor, Styles of Beyond - Back Home lyrics

Uhh, yeah, yo
We 'bout to take y'all to the tip
To the crib let's do it Mike

Back home everybody's searching for
Something but all they can find's
A whole lot of nothing
Back home in't nobody hopin' and prayin'
Cause they feel like nothin' 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

Back home
They holla "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 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 them 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 - back home

Back home everybody's searching for
Something but all they can find's
A whole lot of nothing
Back home ain't nobody hopin' and prayin'
Cause they feel like nothin' 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

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 somethin'
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

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
Lookin' for the courage to shine but can't
Tap the source
Need somethin' 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, bringin' truth back to the game

Back, home - we've got a lot of
Shit on our minds we're always
Behind on somethin' cause there's not
Enough time and we're
Non-stop, bottom line
Doin' what we gotta do
To get some food in the fridge
And stay out of the hospital
Back home there's people
Callin' us hopeless
People tryin' 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
Livin' 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 gray
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
Something but all they can find's
A whole lot of nothing
Back home ain't nobody hopin' and prayin'
Cause they feel like nothin' 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

We takin it back home y'all
Yeah, it's Common Sense my guy Mike
SOB yeah
This time we rotate, it's good music
Hip-Hop yeah, uhh
It's home for me baby, yeah