fort minor有一首back home，是骂EM的吗？别水，不然一屁嘣飞您

Back homeEverybody's searching for somethin'But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'Back homeAin't nobody hoping and praying'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'emAnd they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact thatLife goes black when those lights go outBut I guess you gotta just watch out for your own'Cause ain't a damn thing freeBack homeBack home / they holler "disciple" and "blackstone"Same block the freebase yo we trapped onWhere our grandmothers marched / The guns clap onThere's liquor stores, beauty supplies, and rap songsI travel the world just to come back to itThe crib got a lot of soul like black musicI'm attached to itIn many ways this city raised me / and gave meThe drama, honor, and braveryThe streets seem hollow / when I go to ChicagoIt's cheap wine and sorrowTimes is hard to swallowIn search of God's tomorrow / I borrow words from theBible / and use them for survival / gangs rivalSigns painted on walls like hiero / glyphicsI tell 'em that this is all tribalUsed to do dirt / Shorty's goin' through the same cycleAnd trials like Michael / tryin' not to stay idleBack homeEverybody's searching for somethin'But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'Back homeAin't nobody hoping and praying'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'emAnd they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact thatLife goes black when those lights go outBut I guess you gotta just watch out for your own'Cause ain't a damn thing freeBack homeBack home it's not Compton but closeThe same problems exist and the pain throbbin'And folks are so commonIt don't / really bother us much we just swallow it / uhCrack the bottle and smoke / hope tomorrow somethingMagical happens that'll put me back in the bizBut the chances of it acutally happening's kinda slimBack home / we get the good life at a glimpseIn the form of a rap star, drug dealers, and pimpsI'm back homeI try my best to keep it together it's coldLike the Windy City streets of DecemberI pace back and forth / looking for the courage to shineBut can't lap the source / need something to nourish my mindI know we all lose quite a bit in lifeOnly to gain someLife or the dark winding roads we came fromBut I move with the night / so I'm used to the shadeAnd never lose sight / bringing truth back to the gameBack home / We've got a lot of shit on our mindsWe're always behind on something cause there's not enough timeAnd we're non-stop / bottom line / doing what we gotta doTo get some food in the fridge and stay out of the hospitalBack home there's people calling us hopelessPeople trying to tell us all we need is some focusBut focusFocus is overratedCause you see every blemish and mistake and can't change itBack home is Alvarado / K-Town and J-TownOr Little Tokyo for those that don't knowWhere figures shiver / living right in the littlerWhere kids write bigger / right inside the LA riverOn the concrete / a symbol of our everyday wayIts that color and concentration over heavy and greyAnd by the time the ink dries on this pageI'll be half a day away from the place where I stayBack homeEverybody's searching for somethin'But all they can find is a whole lot of nothin'Back homeAin't nobody hoping and praying'Cause they feel like nothing can save 'emAnd they try to hold out but they can't fight the fact thatLife goes black when those lights go outBut I guess you gotta just watch out for your own'Cause ain't a damn thing freeBack home哪里？