Interpret:

Fort Minor

Album:

The Rising Tied

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


[Common:]
 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 the 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 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


[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 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 something to nourish my mind
 I know we all lose quite a bit in life
 Only to gain some
 Life of 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 of the hosptial
 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 inside the LA river
 On the concrete
 a symbol of our everyday way
 Its that color and concentration over the 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