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 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 useta 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, praying for a decision,
Whishin’ they were kissin’
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 I’m working so there’s nothing 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 quite so my wife quite 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
Y’see cuz after ten years I’m left with jackshit
Wanted to make the cash quick so I useta work real late
Bad sex, my woman’s vex, even if I stay awake
And if I’m honest, I had a little cake at the office
I was eatin
We’d do cheatin over coffees, making tea for the bosses
Making 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 wonder 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’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’ to 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
There was a time when my walls were decorated
And under my roof children were educated
But now paint’s faded, windows are 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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