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back home
\r\neverybody's searching for somethin'
\r\nbut all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
\r\nback home
\r\nain't nobody hoping and praying
\r\n'cause they feel like nothing can save 'em
\r\nand they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
\r\nlife goes black when those lights go out
\r\nbut i guess you gotta just watch out for your own
\r\n'cause ain't a damn thing free
\r\nback home
\r\n
\r\n(common:)
\r\nback home
\r\nthey holler \"disciple\" and \"blackstone\"
\r\nsame block they freebase yo we trapped on
\r\nwhere our grandmothers marched
\r\nthe guns clap on
\r\nthere's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
\r\ni travel the world just to come back to it
\r\nthe crib got a lot of soul like black music
\r\ni'm attached to it
\r\nin many ways the city raised me
\r\nand gave me
\r\nthe drama, honor, and bravery
\r\nthe streets seem hollow
\r\nwhen i go to chicago
\r\nit's cheap wine and sorrow
\r\ntimes is hard to swallow
\r\nin search of god's tomorrow
\r\ni borrow words from the
\r\nbible
\r\nand use them for survival
\r\ngangs rival
\r\nsigns painted on walls like hieroglyphics
\r\ni tell 'em that this is all tribal
\r\nused to do dirt
\r\nshorty's goin' through the same cycle
\r\nand trials like michael
\r\ntryin' not to stay idle
\r\n
\r\n(ryu:)
\r\nback home it's not compton but close
\r\nthe same problems exist and the pain throbbin'
\r\nand folks are so common
\r\nit don't
\r\nreally bother us much we just swallow it
\r\nuh
\r\ncrack the bottle and smoke
\r\nhope tomorrow something
\r\nmagical happens that'll put me back in the biz
\r\nbut the chances of it actually happening's kinda slim
\r\nback home
\r\nwe get the good life at a glimpse
\r\nin the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimps
\r\ni'm back home
\r\n
\r\n(tak:)
\r\nback home
\r\ni try my best to keep it together it's cold
\r\nlike the windy city streets of december
\r\ni pace back and forth
\r\nlooking for the courage to shine
\r\nbut can't tap the source
\r\nneed something to nourish my mind
\r\ni know we all lose quite a bit in life
\r\nonly to gain some
\r\nlife of the dark winding roads we came from
\r\nbut i move with the night
\r\nso i'm used to the shade
\r\nand never lose sight
\r\nbringing truth back to the game
\r\n
\r\n(mike:)
\r\nback home
\r\nwe've got a lot of shit on our minds
\r\nwe're always behind on something cause there's not enough time
\r\nand we're non-stop
\r\nbottom line
\r\ndoing what we gotta do to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hosptial
\r\nback home there's people calling us hopeless
\r\npeople trying to tell us all we need is some focus
\r\nbut focus
\r\nfocus is overrated
\r\ncause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it
\r\nback home is alvarado
\r\nk-town and j-town
\r\nor little tokyo for those that don't know
\r\nwhere figures shiver
\r\nliving right inside the la river
\r\non the concrete
\r\na symbol of our everyday way
\r\nits that color and concentration over the heavy and grey
\r\nand by the time the ink dries on this page
\r\ni'll be half a day away from the place where i stay
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