🎵 Luyện Nghe Bài Hát: Back Home - Fort Minor

 back home
  searching for somethin'
 but all they can find  a whole lot of nothin'
 back home
 ain't nobody  and praying
 'cause they  like nothing can save 'em
 and  try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
 life goes black when  lights go out
 but i guess you gotta just watch out  your own
 'cause ain't a  thing free
 back home
 
 (common:)
 back home
  holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
 same block they freebase  we trapped on
 where our grandmothers 
 the  clap on
 there's liquor  beauty supplies, and rap songs
 i travel the world just  come back to it
 the crib got a lot of soul like black 
 i'm  to it
 in many  the city raised me
 and gave 
  drama, honor, and bravery
  streets seem hollow
 when i  to chicago
 it's cheap  and sorrow
 times  hard to swallow
 in  of god's tomorrow
 i  words from the
 bible
 and use them  survival
 gangs rival
 signs painted on walls like 
 i tell 'em that  is all tribal
 used  do dirt
 shorty's goin' through the  cycle
 and  like michael
 tryin' not  stay idle
 
 (ryu:)
 back home it's not  but close
 the same problems  and the pain throbbin'
 and folks are so 
 it don't
 really bother us much we  swallow it
 uh
  the bottle and smoke
 hope tomorrow 
 magical  that'll put me back in the biz
 but the chances  it actually happening's kinda slim
 back home
 we get the good life at a 
 in the form of a rap star, drug  and pimps
 i'm  home
 
 (tak:)
 back home
 i try  best to keep it together it's cold
 like the windy city  of december
  pace back and forth
 looking for the  to shine
 but  tap the source
 need something  nourish my mind
 i know we all lose quite  bit in life
  to gain some
 life of the dark winding  we came from
  i move with the night
 so i'm used  the shade
 and never lose 
 bringing truth back to  game
 
 (mike:)
 back home
 we've  a lot of shit on our minds
 we're always behind  something cause there's not enough time
 and we're 
 bottom line
 doing what we  do to get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hosptial
 back home there's  calling us hopeless
 people trying to tell us all  need is some focus
 but focus
 focus is 
 cause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change 
 back home is 
 k-town  j-town
 or little tokyo  those that don't know
  figures shiver
  right inside the la river
  the concrete
 a symbol of our everyday 
  that color and concentration over the heavy and grey
 and by the time the ink dries on this 
 i'll be half a day away from the place where  stay