Bring My Family Back

歌詞

Beg you listen me, don't be kissing me til I'm done Unsung champion of reason Like seasoning, pepper your thoughts with spice And entice you to a space where I dwell where bass players And layers of loops think what I think with my prayers, its nice My world is everything I've become Contained in the hum between voice and drum I'm coming from the same place I'm-a still running from But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung I'm on Lonely Street, age nearly three Recently mama's crying all the time, is it because of me Or my younger sister, even dad was weeping when he kissed her Face all puffy like a blister, crying like he missed her Since we moved away from the house where we use to play They say I'll understand one day But I doubt it, mama never say nothing about it How'd it get to be so crowded, I found it A strain, everywhere I look I see pain And I can't escape the feeling maybe I'm to blame So I strain to listen, praying for a decision, wishing They were kissing, this feels like extradition Or exile, mama finds it hard to smile So I make pretend cups of coffee in her favourite style She says, "Child, I'm working so there's nothing you lack." But she know, I want my dad, I want my family back I'm on Lonely Street, age forty-three Couldn't gauge when to quit so my wife quit me Took offence, took the kids, I wish that was the end But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend Working all the hours God sent was not the tactic You see cause after ten years I'm left with jack shit Wanted to make the cash quick, so I had to work real late Mad sex, my woman's vexed even if I stay awake And if I'm honest, I had a little cake at the office I was eating, we'd do our cheating over coffees Making tea for their bosses, making free with me And I agree I got sleazy too easily But I'm forty-three, this doesn't usually happen to me Now I'm lonely, I wondering what my son's doing today Suddenly I'm blinking like the screen on my computer display And I'm drinking, concerned about what's down the track If I don't get my family back I'm on Lonely Street, number fifty-three Boarded up properly, I'll probably get pulled down Litter all around, inside there's no sound and no light But yo it gets busy at night People creeping, derelicts sneaking in to fix, speaking On the way my timbers creaking, roof leaking And bricks coming loose, knee-high in refuse But even though I'm a slum, I'm still of some use There was a time my walls were decorated And under my roof, children were educated But now paint's faded, windows are all smashed A crash in the economy robbed me of my family And no strategy combats negative equity So that's it, like violence it's drastic I'm freaking, and seeking to be more than just a house for crack Somebody bring my family back