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| Bring My Family Back
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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 used to play.
They say Ill understand on 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 where kissing.
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 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 offense, 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 send was not the tactic
You see, because after ten years Im
[??]. Wanted to make the cash
quick so I had to work real late.
Bad sex, my womans vex, 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 the 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 wonder 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.
I want my family back
Im on Lonely Street, number fifty three.
Boarded up property,
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 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 when my walls where decorated.
And under my roof children where 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. |
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17.Jul.2001 02:07:40 |
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