Children of the streets

I’m speaking on behalf of the kids from our neighborhood streets
Spray-painting futures unseen
And my brother says since he turned sixteen
He’s fighting against the ruling regime
He says a border’s just a line they draw out in the sand and he won’t let prejudice stay his hand
My God

I know this city’s a beautiful cage with an empty promise on each flashing sign
The concrete feels cold
And it makes you feel weary
Yeah, it makes you feel old
But I swear I see the fire still burning bright there in your eyes reflecting the hope of a coming sunrise
Just hold on

I know this city’s a beautiful cage with an empty promise on each flashing sign
The concrete feels cold
Makes your story untold
Yeah, it makes you feel old
But I see that fire still burning bright in your eyes reflecting the hope in the morning sunrise
Just hold on

I know this city’s a beautiful cage with an empty promise on each flashing sign
The steel feels so cold
Makes your story untold
Yeah, it makes you feel old
But I see that fire still burning bright in your eyes reflecting the hope in the morning sunrise
Just hold on