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