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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 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

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