Back Home (feat. Common & Styles of Beyond)

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 hopin' and prayin'

'Cause they feel like nothing can save them

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)

Back home they holler disciple and blackstone

Same block they 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

At times it's hard to swallow

In search of God's tomorrow

I borrow words from the Bible and use it for survival

Gangs rival, signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics

I tell them 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 hopin' and prayin'

'Cause they feel like nothing can save them

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)

Back home

It's not Compton but close

The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'

And folks is 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 start, 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 tap the source

Need somethin' 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 got a lot of shit on our minds

We're always behind on somethin'

'Cause there's not enough time

And we're nonstop, bottom line doin' 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 tryin' 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 bigga 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 (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 hopin' and prayin'

'Cause they feel like nothing can save them

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)

We're takin' it back home, y'all

Yeah, it's Common Sense

My guy, Mike (What up, Com?)

S.O.B (Uh-huh)

Yeah, it's time we roll tape

It's good music

Hip-hop (It don't stop)

Yeah, uh

It's home for me, baby

Yeah