You don't know
The things that I've seen
I wish I could blow

And show you all how it's been
The tears don't flow
Constantly picture the scenes
Reached bottom low
Burning all of my dreams
But you don't know
The things that I've seen
I wish I could blow
And show you all how it's been
The tears don't flow
Constantly picture the scenes
Reached bottom low
Burning all of my dreams

But you don't know
Yh
But you don't know

I was born in Lisbon
On August ninety four
Back in that time
I couldn't rhyme
I had to sleep on the floor
Barely had food
It wasn't good
Lived in the back of a shed
My mum worked hard every day
But couldn't afford to buy bread

That's when we moved out
Across to the next town
That's where I saw my own father
Beating my mother down
Taking your hard earned money
For his car and cheap shags
No wonder I hate this society
Full of rotten slags

I thank my grandfather
For the man that he is
For being more than a father
I hope one day he sees this
I also thank my grandmother
For giving us a home
But most of all I thank my mother
For giving up hope

But then you had to go
You had to move away
I sat up watching 8 mile
Wishing you could stay
Spent lonely nights
Crying over you
Even got beaten up
For not to seeing Fialho

And then you moved to Ireland
Things went berserk
You moved back home
Again looking for work
You found a job in England
Again on the run
In search for a better future
For you and your son

I understand your decisions
And everything you've had to do
So on the 5th September
I moved to Britain with you

But you don't know
Yh
But you don't know

You don't know
The things that I seen
I wish I could blow
And show you all how it's been
The tears don't flow
Constantly picture the scenes
Reached bottom low
Burning all of my dreams
But you don't know
The things that I've seen
I wish I could blow
And show you all how it's been
The tears don't flow
Constantly picture the scenes
Reached bottom low
Burning all of my dreams

But you don't know
Yh
But you don't know

I arrived in Britain
With only a bag on my back
I hope you understand
Why I am writing this track
It wasn't cool
No one could even assist
When I moved to a school
Full of fucking racists

But you don't know
The things that I seen
I wish I could blow
And show you all how it's been
The tears don't flow
Constantly picture the scenes
Reached bottom low
Burning all of my dreams
But you don't know
The things that I've seen
I wish I could blow
And show you all how it's been
The tears don't flow
Constantly picture the scenes
Reached bottom low
Burning all of my dreams
But you don't know