Back Home Lyrics - The Rising Tied - Fort Minor

Yeah, y'all everybody's take you out to the tiff, to the crib 

Let's do it Mike, yeah 

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 

Back home, they holler 'Disciple' and 'Blackstone' 

Same block the 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 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 gangs rival 

Signs painted on walls like hiero, glyphics 

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, 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 

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 

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 

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 lap the source need something to nourish my mind 

I know we all lose quite a bit in life only to gain some 

Life or 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 

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 hospital 

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 in the littler 

Where kids write bigger right inside the L.A. river 

On the concrete a symbol of our everyday way 

It's that color and concentration over heavy and gray 

And by the time the ink dries on this page 

I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay 

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 

We're takin' you back home y'all 

Yeah, it's Common Sense, my God Mike 

SLP yeah this is how we won't change 

It's good music, this all for you baby, yeah