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Beg you listen me, don’t be kissin' me till I’m done

Unsung champion o' reason, like seasonin'

Pepper your thoughts with spice and entice you to a space

Where I dwell with bass players and layers and loops

Think what I think with my prayers, it’s nice

My world is everything I’ve become

Contained in the hum between voice and drum

I’m comin' from the same place I’m-a still runnin' from

But even sittin' in the garden, one can still get stung

Huh, I’m on Lonely Street, age nearly three

Recently mama’s cryin' all the time, is it because of me?

Or my younger sister, even dad was weepin' when he kissed her

Face all puffy like a blister, cryin' like he missed her

Since we moved away from the house where we used to play

They say I’ll understand one day, but I doubt it

Mama never say nothin' 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 feelin' maybe I’m to blame

So, I strain to listen, prayin' for a decision, wishin'

They were kissin', this feels like extradition or exile

Mama finds it hard to smile

So, I make pretend cups of coffee in her favorite style

She says, «Child, I’m workin' so there’s nothin' you lack»

But she know I want my dad, I want my family back

I’m on Lonely Street, age 43

Couldn’t gauge when to quit so my wife quit me

Took offense, took the kids

I wish that was the end

But before she took her leave she took care of my best friend

Workin' all the hours, God send was not the tactic

You see, 'cause after ten years, I’m left with jackdish

Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late

Bad sex, my woman’s vex even if I stay awake

And if I’m honest, I had a lickle cake at the office

I was eatin'

We’d do our cheating over coffees

Makin' tea for the bosses

Makin' free with me

And I agree I got sleazy too easily

But I’m 43

This doesn’t usually happen to me

Now I’m lonely

I’m wonderin' what my son’s doin' today

Suddenly I’m blinkin' like the screen on my computer display

And I’m drinkin', concerned about what’s down the track

If I don’t get my family back

I want my family back, yeah

Mm, I want my family back

Huh, I’m on Lonely Street, number 53

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 creepin'

Derelicts sneakin' into fix

Speakin'

On the way my timbers creakin', roof leakin'

And bricks comin' loose

Knee high in refuse

But even though I’m a slum

I’m still of some use

Huh

There was a time when 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 freakin' and seekin' to be more than just a house for crack

Somebody bring my family back

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