Yeah, y`all everybody`s take you out to the tiff, to the crib
Let`s do it Mike, yeah

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

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, 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

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
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

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 s**t 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 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, 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

We`re takin` you back home y`all
Yeah, it`s Common Sense, my God Mike
SLP yeah this is how we won`t change
It`s good music, this all for you baby, yeah