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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"
Some black 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 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 the 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

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 glimpse
In the form of a rap start, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home

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 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 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 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 very 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 nigga right inside the L.A River
On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy gray




And by the time the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Back Home" by Fort Minor (Featuring Common And Styles Of Beyond) describe the feeling of returning to their respective hometowns after traveling the world. The track starts with the chorus, where Mike Shinoda sings that everyone back home is looking for something, but all they can find is nothing. Nobody there is hoping or praying because they feel like they're on their own, and life goes black when the lights go out. However, they need to watch out for themselves because nothing comes free. In the first verse, Common raps from the perspective of someone from Chicago. He paints a picture of the violence and inequality in the city - liquor stores, violence, and rap songs. The only way he can survive is by borrowing words from the Bible. The second verse is from the perspective of Ryu from Styles of Beyond. He talks about his hometown, Los Angeles, describing the harsh life he had to endure on the streets. He describes his neighborhood, where the graffiti on the walls symbolizes their everyday life.


Line by Line Meaning

Back home
The singer is reminiscing about their hometown


Everybody's searching for somethin'
People in the singer's hometown are looking for meaning in their lives


But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'
Despite their efforts, people in the singer's hometown feel like they can't find anything of substance in their lives


Ain't nobody hoping and praying
People in the artist's hometown have lost faith in religion and spirituality


'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'em
People in the artist's hometown feel hopeless and beyond salvation


And they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact that
Despite their attempts to persevere, people in the singer's hometown are struggling to cope with their situation


Life goes black when those lights go out
Life in the singer's hometown is bleak and dark


But I guess you gotta just watch out for your own
People in the artist's hometown must look after themselves since no one else will


'Cause ain't a damn thing free
In the artist's hometown, everything comes at a cost


Back home they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"
The artist's hometown has gangs, including the Disciples and Blackstones


Some black they freebase yo we trapped on
Drug addiction is a problem in the singer's hometown


Where our grandmothers marched the guns clap on
The artist's hometown has a history of violence and civil unrest


There's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songs
The singer's hometown has a mix of urban stores and music


I travel the world just to come back to it
The singer has left their hometown to explore the world, but eventually returned to it


The crib got a lot of soul like black music
The singer's home has a lot of character, like soul music


I'm attached to it
The artist has a deep emotional connection to their hometown


In many ways this city raised me and gave me
The artist's hometown has played a significant role in shaping their personality and experiences


The drama, honor, and bravery
The singer's hometown has a mix of positive and negative experiences, including drama, honor, and bravery


The streets seem hollow when I go to Chicago
The singer feels disconnected from the city of Chicago, which lacks the emotional attachment they have to their hometown


It's cheap wine and sorrow
Chicago is not a happy place for the artist


Times hard to swallow
The artist struggles to cope with the difficulties of life in Chicago


In search of God's tomorrow I borrow words from the
The artist turns to religion for guidance and inspiration


Bible and use them for survival gangs rival
The singer uses religious teachings to cope with gang violence and rivalry


Signs painted on the walls like hieroglyphics
The artist's hometown has graffiti on its walls


I tell 'em that this is all tribal
The singer sees the graffiti and other street art as an expression of tribalism


Used to do dirt shorty's goin' through the same cycle
The singer has made mistakes, and sees young people in their hometown making the same ones


And trials like Michael tryin' not to stay idle
The singer and others in their hometown are trying to keep busy and avoid getting into trouble


Back home it's not Compton but close
The artist's hometown is not as well-known as Compton, but shares many of its problems


The same problems exist and the pain throbbin'
The artist's hometown has the same problems as other urban areas, and everyone is suffering


And folks are so common
The people in the singer's hometown are all very similar


It don't really bother us much we just swallow it uh
People in the singer's hometown are used to their struggles and are not bothered by them


Crack the bottle and smoke hope tomorrow something
People in the artist's hometown turn to drugs and alcohol as a means of escape


Magical happens that'll put me back in the biz
People in the artist's hometown hope for a miracle that will change their lives for the better


But the chances of it actually happening's kinda slim
The artist and others in their hometown know that chances of a miraculous change are slim


Back home we get the good life at glimpse
People in the singer's hometown only catch glimpses of the good life


In the form of a rap start, drug dealers, and pimps
The artist's hometown has people who have become successful through rap music, drug dealing, and prostitution


Back home I try my best to keep it together it's cold
The singer is trying to stay strong in their hometown, despite the difficulties


Like the Windy City streets of December
The singer compares their hometown to the cold, harsh streets of Chicago in December


I pace back and forth looking for the courage to shine
The singer is searching for the courage to succeed and excel


But can't tap the source need something to nourish my mind
The artist needs inspiration to help them succeed


I know we all lose quite a bit in life
The artist acknowledges that everyone has their share of losses in life


Only to gain some
But by enduring these losses, we can gain something important


Life or the dark winding roads we came from
The singer sees life as a journey along dark, winding roads


But I move with the night so I'm used to the shade
The artist is accustomed to the darkness and is comfortable in it


And never lose sight bringing truth back to the game
The artist strives to bring truth and integrity to their work


Back home we've got a lot of shit on our minds
People in the artist's hometown are preoccupied with their problems


We're always behind on something 'cause there's not enough time
People in the singer's hometown are always playing catch-up because they never have enough time


And we're non-stop bottom line doing what we gotta do
People in the artist's hometown are always focused on survival and doing what needs to be done


To get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospital
The singer and others in their hometown are focused on basic needs, like food and shelter


Back home there's people calling us hopeless
Outsiders view people in the singer's hometown as hopeless and beyond repair


People trying to tell us all we need is some focus
Others believe that people in the singer's hometown just need to focus and work harder


But focus
The artist believes that a singular focus is overrated


Focus is overrated
A narrow focus can lead to missing the bigger picture


'Cause you see very blemish and mistake and can't change it
Focusing too much on the negative can be detrimental, as it is hard to change all the problems in the singer's hometown


Back home is Alvarado K-Town and J-Town
The singer's hometown has specific neighborhoods, including Alvarado, K-Town, and J-Town


Or Little Tokyo for those that don't know
One of the neighborhoods in the artist's hometown is called Little Tokyo


Where figures shiver living right in the litter
The artist's hometown has areas where people live in filth and poverty


Where kids write nigga right inside the L.A River
The artist's hometown has a graffiti problem, even in the city's rivers


On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
The graffiti on the concrete is a symbol of the singer's hometown and its culture


It's that color and concentration over heavy gray
The graffiti brings color and life to the dreary urban landscape


And by the time the ink dries on this page
The singer is constantly on the move, and the situation in their hometown is always changing


I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay
The singer is always moving, and is far from home more often than not




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: LONNIE RASHID LYNN, MATTHEW RYAN MAGINN, MIKE SHINODA, TAKBIR KHALID BASHIR

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

Rajat

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"
Some black 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 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 the 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

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 glimpse
In the form of a rap start, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home

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 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 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 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 very 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 nigga right inside the L.A River
On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy gray
And by the time the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay



Razor_Blade Everything

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"
Some black 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 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 the 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
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 glimpse
In the form of a rap start, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home
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 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 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 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 very 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 nigga right inside the L.A River
On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy gray
And by the time the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay



All comments from YouTube:

Anwar Starwind

This whole album is very special to me. I'm thankful for it and how it helped me through tough times. Mike is a great human being.

The Fan

Same bro, Linkin park are just legends

Christopher Fisher

In many ways this Album raised me....... Got my first taste in 2007 still knocking the dust out this album in 2021

Anaaa.

These dudes had amazing songs, the whole album is awesome, Mike nailed it! 👏

Gavindalf

How does this have so little views? This is one of the best FM songs...

PROJECT: Joza100

he didn't say that. He said that this is awesome, but very little people watch.

Max Rex

@Mathew Ostovich lol, man, are you blind?) Re-read again...

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Nkosana Vidima

Going back home tomorrow, its rough and this song popped in my head

Rajat

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"
Some black 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 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 the 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

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 glimpse
In the form of a rap start, drug dealers, and pimps
I'm back home

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 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 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 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 very 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 nigga right inside the L.A River
On the concrete a symbol of out everyday way
It's that color and concentration over heavy gray
And by the time the ink dries on this page
I'll be half a day away from the place where I stay

ShreyIyer14

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