Sparks of Hope

It's a cold city Jori's street corner Milwaukee on the south side
On sixth street with his cousin tossing snowballs on the outside
A few hard heeled kicks broke the doors down the landlord found out
Evicted Arleen now her and two boys are out
Truck or the curb two options the first's 350 dollars
The child's asthmas machine dropped on the curb while her neighbors watching
They hit the homeless shelter, they called it the "lodge"
Salvation Army sign no job, hope was camouflaged
Found a crib on Nineteenth and Hampton predominantly black
Had to bucket out the toilet was no water in house
The city found the spot unfit for human habitation
So they nailed it shut Arleen and her kids had to hit the pavement
She found a drab apartment that was right by Atkinson's
The deeper inner city where the drug dealers were trafficking
Scared for her kids she had to move a month later
13th Street and Keefe carpet was filthy but more spacious
$550 a month utilities was not included
Her welfare was $628 she had to do it
Her landlord Shareena Tarver spent 40 dollars of her own money on food
She didn't wanna see those babies starving
That's the good start, but still the odds is overwhelming
Cause tomorrow's another day and there's no telling
Hope is hard to see hard to raise a family
Single parenthood in places where success is an anomaly

When the road is hard
When every curve is sharp
Feel like you're going nowhere
Feel like you're going nowhere
When the road is hard
When every curve is sharp
Feel like you're going nowhere
Look for the sparks
You gotta look for the sparks

The cheap bodega is his sanctuary, where he is spending less
Plus the bar keeper is far cheaper than a therapist
Well, at least he is getting rest from feeling irrelevant
When he was fired, that too was fire for the wedding dress
Missed opportunity to turn his girlfriend into Mrs.
Now he is way too wasted to detect a new business
His drive finished, slowly he would get careless
Just waiting for another welfare check
Copenhagen capital: his birthplace
The herd say its the happiest place on the planet, guess he wasn't part of the survey
His boss gave him a disturbing call
Replaced by a robot, guess technology knows how to curve the ball
He is feeling like a loser, thats why he is boozed up behind the way the dirty walls
His girlfriend is about to leave, feels like it's a curtain call
Worst of all, he is not alone in this uneasy place
From his feeble state and with a battery extremely drained
He looks at a business system that is extremely vague
Technology is innovated with speedy pace
But are machines able to pay for what other machines create?
And though he hopes to see a change
He orders another draft, the strongest they have so he can ease the pain
Middle fingering the ones who tell him to keep the faith
Some are in hell, others are feeling God like
But maybe someday there will be balance if some of us see the sparks fly

When the road is hard
When every curve is sharp
Feel like you're going nowhere
Feel like you're going nowhere
When the road is hard
When every curve is sharp
Feel like you're going nowhere
Look for the sparks
You gotta look for the sparks