Back Home Fort Minor (Ft. Common & Styles of Beyond)

[Intro: Common]
Uh, yeah, yo
We 'bout to take y'all to the tip, to the crib
Let's do it, Mike (Yeah)

[Chorus: Mike Shinoda]
Back home (Back home), everybody's searching for
Something but all they can find's a whole lot of nothing
Back home (Back home), ain't nobody hopin' and prayin'
'Cause they feel like nothin' 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)

[Verse 1: Common]
Back home, they holla "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, 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 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