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 back home
 everybody's searching  somethin'
 but all they can find is a whole  of nothin'
 back home
 ain't  hoping and praying
 'cause they feel like nothing can save 
  they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
 life goes black when those  go out
  i guess you gotta just watch out for your own
 'cause ain't a damn thing 
 back home
 
 (common:)
 back home
 they holler "disciple"  "blackstone"
 same block they freebase  we trapped on
 where our grandmothers 
 the guns  on
 there's liquor stores, beauty  and rap songs
 i  the world just to come back to it
 the  got a lot of soul like black music
  attached to it
 in  ways the city raised me
 and gave me
  drama, honor, and bravery
 the streets  hollow
 when i  to chicago
 it's cheap  and sorrow
 times is hard to 
 in search of  tomorrow
 i  words from the
 bible
 and use them for 
 gangs rival
 signs painted  walls like hieroglyphics
  tell 'em that this is all tribal
 used to  dirt
  goin' through the same cycle
  trials like michael
 tryin' not to stay 
 
 (ryu:)
 back home it's not  but close
 the same problems exist  the pain throbbin'
 and folks  so common
 it don't
  bother us much we just swallow it
 uh
  the bottle and smoke
 hope tomorrow something
 magical happens that'll put me back in  biz
 but the chances of it actually happening's  slim
 back home
 we get the good life  a glimpse
 in the form of a rap star,  dealers, and pimps
 i'm back home
 
 (tak:)
 back home
  try my best to keep it together it's cold
 like the  city streets of december
 i pace  and forth
 looking for the courage  shine
 but can't tap the 
  something to nourish my mind
 i know we  lose quite a bit in life
  to gain some
 life of the dark  roads we came from
 but i  with the night
 so i'm used to the 
 and  lose sight
 bringing truth back to the 
 
 (mike:)
 back home
 we've got a  of shit on our minds
 we're always behind on something cause  not enough time
 and we're non-stop
 bottom line
 doing  we gotta do to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hosptial
 back home there's people calling  hopeless
 people trying to tell us all we  is some focus
 but focus
 focus is overrated
  you see every blemish and mistake and can't change it
 back  is alvarado
 k-town and j-town
 or little tokyo for  that don't know
 where figures shiver
  right inside the la river
 on the concrete
 a symbol  our everyday way
 its that color and concentration over the heavy  grey
 and by  time the ink dries on this page
 i'll be half a day away  the place where i stay