Fort Minor Where'd You Go? Lyrics. Please come back home. Thanks to [email protected] for submitting Where'd You Go? Lyrics. Lyrics to 'Back Home' song by FORT MINOR: Back home Everybody's searching for somethin' But all they can find is a whole lot. I travel the world just to come back. Lyrics to 'Back Home' by Fort Minor. Yeah. 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. Welcome by Fort Minor. Experience Welcome in VR #MyFMVinyl on Instagram. Lyrics to 'Where'd You Go' by Fort Minor: I miss you so, Seems like it's been forever, That you've been gone. Where'd you go? Please come back home.
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BACK HOME Lyrics - FORT MINORBack home. Everybody's searching for somethin'. But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'. 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 homethey 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 meand gave me.
The drama, honor, and bravery. The streets seem hollowwhen 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. Bibleand use them for survivalgangs rival.
Signs painted on walls like hieroglyphics. I tell 'em that this is all tribal. Used to do dirtshorty's goin' through the same cycle. And trials like Michaeltryin' 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'treally bother us much we just swallow ituh.
Crack the bottle and smokehope tomorrow something. Magical happens that'll put me back in the biz. But the chances of it actually happening's kinda slim. Back homewe 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 forthlooking for the courage to shine. But can't tap the sourceneed 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 nightso I'm used to the shade. And never lose sightbringing truth back to the game[Mike: ]Back homewe'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- stopbottom linedoing 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 shiverliving right inside the LA river. On the concretea 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. Correct these lyrics.