Bring My Family Back (feat. S. Setlur) (Sabrina Setlur radio edit)

Huh, Im on Lonely Street, age nearly three
Recently mamas 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 Ill understand one day, but I doubt it
Mama never say nothin 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 feelin maybe Im 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, Im workin so theres nothin you lack'
But she know I want my dad, I want my family back

Im on Lonely Street, age 43
Couldnt 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, Im left with jackdish
Wanted to make the cash quick so I had to work real late
Bad ***, my womans vex even if I stay awake
And if Im honest, I had a lickle cake at the office
I was eatin
Wed do our cheating over coffees
Makin tea for the bosses
Makin free with me
And I agree I got sleazy too easily
But Im 43
This doesnt usually happen to me
Now Im lonely
Im wonderin what my sons doin today
Suddenly Im blinkin like the screen on my computer display
And Im drinkin, concerned about whats down the track
If I dont get my family back
I want my family back, yeah

Huh, Im on Lonely Street, number 53
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 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 Im a slum
Im still of some use
Huh
There was a time when 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 freakin and seekin to be more than just a house for crack
Somebody bring my family back