Fort Minor

Back home
Everybodys 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 the lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for you 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
The 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
Im 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/ gang rivals
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
Back home
Everybodys 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 the lights go out
But I guess you gotta just watch out for you own
'Cause ain't a damn thing free
Back home
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