文本歌词

yeah Back home
BACK HOME
Everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is
a whole lot of nothin'
Back home
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
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 BACK HOME
Everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a
whole lot of nothin'
Back home 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
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 acutally
happening's kinda slim
Back home
we get the good life at a glimpse
In the form of a rap star
d**g 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 **** 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 LA river
On the concrete
a symbol of our everyday way
Its that color
and concentration over heavy and grey
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
BACK HOME
Everybody's searching for somethin'
But all they can find is a
whole lot of nothin'
Back home 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
WE ARE TAKING TO BACK HOME
YO
yeah IT'S TO COMING SENCE
YE
MY GOD MIKE
WHAT'S TO COME
SOB
AH A
YE
IT'S SUB ROADSHA
IT'S A GOOD MUSIC
HA HA
GIVE UP
DON'T STOP
YE
EH
TI'S A FEEL BABY
YE