Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Back Home, artist - Fort Minor. Date of issue: 20.11.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back Home |
| 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 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 |
| Tak: |
| Back home/ I try my best to keep it together its cold |
| Like the Windy City streets of December |
| I pace back and forth/ looking for the courage to shine |
| But cant trap the source/ need somethng to nourish my mind |
| 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 |
| Mike: |
| 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 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 litter |
| Where kids write bigger/ right inside the LA river |
| On the concrete/ a symbol of our everydat way |
| Its that color and concentration over heavy and prey |
| 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 |
| 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 |