bring my family back

Beg you listen me, dont be kissing me til Im 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 Ive become
Contained in the hum between voice and drum
Im coming from the same place Im-a still running from
But even sitting in the garden one can still get stung
Im on Lonely Street, age nearly three
Recently mamas 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 Ill understand one day
But I doubt it, mama never say nothing about it
Howd it get to be so crowded, I found it
A strain, everywhere I look I see pain
And I cant escape the feeling maybe Im 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, Im working so theres nothing you lack.'
But she know, I want my dad, I want my family back
Im on Lonely Street, age forty-three
Couldnt 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
Workingall the hours God sent was not the tactic
You see cause after ten years Im left with jack ****
Wanted to make the cash quick, so I had to work real late
Mad *** , my womans vexed even if I stay awake
And if Im honest, I had a little cake at the office
I was eating, wed do our cheating over coffees
Making tea for their bosses, making free with me
And I agree I got sleazy too easily
But Im forty-three, this doesnt usually happen to me
Now Im lonely, I wondering what my sons doing today
Suddenly Im blinking like the screen on my computer display
And Im drinking, concerned about whats down the track
If I dont get my family back
Im on Lonely Street, number fifty-three
Boarded up properly, Ill probably get pulled down
Litter all around, inside theres 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 Im a slum, Im still of some use
There was a time my walls were decorated
And under my roof, children were educated
But now paints faded, windows are all smashed
A crash in the economy robbed me of my family
And no strategy combats negative equity
So thats it, like violence its drastic
Im freaking , and seeking to be more than just a house for crack
Somebody bring my family back