Rollo Armstrong - Bring My Family Back lyrics

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 ba** 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 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 on 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 forty three 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 s**, 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 forty three 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 fifty three Boarded up property 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 where decorated And under my roof children where 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